"Peggy. It's a pleasure." He wishes the circumstances could be better, but what can you do?

Bruce catches up to her in a couple of quick strides, careful not to get too close--he's still dripping a bit. He'll hopefully shed enough water from his clothes by the time they reach the inn so as not to rudely track water, and the mud he's sure he's creating on the soles of his shoes, all over the establishment. It's just inconsiderate. Not a good look for the new guy.

"Well." He glances down at her, with a fleeting smile. "Since I've exhausted all the options the fountain has to offer, I just might take you up on that."