"Of course, Mr. Free. I am Mr. Pennyworth, Master Bruce's valet. Won't you and Ms. Barda come inside?" Opening the door wider for the pair, Alfred stepped back, giving them room to pass into the foyer. He was used to strange sights in this house, odd people coming and going, and Alfred met each of them with equal parts British stoicism and his particular brand of cuttingly dry wit.
"If you'll wait in the study, I will let Master Bruce know you are here. Would you like anything to drink while you wait? Coffee, tea, perhaps a glass of milk?" he glanced at Barda.