i spell everything wrong. v_v
[ well, this is clearly going splendidly. stuck in a room with a corpse and a man who no doubt thinks he's worth than less dirt. pity it's a feeling he's felt about himself more often than not in the recent past. but bruce does manage to hold piter's look for a moment longer before his eyes fall back to the ground and he makes his way over to the counter where the beakers are arranged in careful order, largest to smallest. he chooses the 50 ml one, carefully inspects it for cleanliness, and then offers it to piter. ]