"Sure," Bruce nodded without a shred of hesitation. He knew an act of concealment when he saw one, someone trying to cover up what they were. He had done it enough in his life since the accident to be able to recognize it and sympathize with it.
Bruce figured she had a place already in mind, wether there was coffee or not, and he was alright with that.
"Ready when you are," he nodded. The grip on the briefcase loosened. He wouldn't be grading anything any time soon but that was alright. There was plenty of time later.