"No." There was a wealth of things unspoken in the single word. Hands resting firmly on her hips and feet placed solidly shoulder-width apart, she wasn't exactly a friendly sight for whoever answered the door. Not to mention the fact that Barda was not so much standing beside Scott on the doorstep buy rather behind him, hovering more than anything else. As if he would bolt or attempt another escape underneath her nose. She had yet to let him out of her sight, even with their boom tube escapades.
The battle bikini was exactly what it sounded like. Red synthetic fabric (courtesy of Darkseid's best armorers) was more sturdy than it looked, especially considering that it was only covering the crucial areas. The bracers were red and matched the gold trim on her belt. Hanging from that was the ever present Mega-Rod. Getting Barda to part with her favorite weapon would take far more than a few cajoling words and the insinuation she was afraid to be without her armor around Scott.
Clearly, she was proving that this was not the case, even if she thought it was foolish that anyone would move around a potentially vulnerable location without the proper armor for it. No matter. There had yet to be anything she feared she could not best. This "Bruce" wouldn't be any different.
Barda still didn't know what to think of Earth - or the oddity of the quarry she'd been sent to capture. He seemed very unconcerned about the fact that she would be returning to Darkseid with him and that was still somewhat irksome. As if he didn't believe she could. Irritable and hungry was not the best mood for the Fury.