He heard the crunch of the sand beneath Dinah's shoes and the clink of the chain from the swing as she sat. Pulled from his daydreams (or nightmares?) Bruce glanced over at her when she spoke. The question prompted a response in the form of a shrug at first, that being the only way the scientist's brain could think of delivering such a complex answer.
Finally, though, Bruce's brain processed real words and they came out perhaps too calmly, "I'm fine." Maybe he was and maybe he wasn't but for the moment it explained everything. It had to, because the rest was just too much to have to work through on his own.
He wasn't sure Tony would know the correct response, and maybe Dinah didn't either, but he needed someone and Dinah had come.
"I guess you probably saw the paper, right?" It was a fair question. Everyone had seen it. There was even a black and white photograph of Effie in a prison jumper and handcuffs. Bruce hadnt even looked at the headline until much later.
"She's turned herself in and I have no idea how to feel about it."