Alfred returned with the coffee and prepared it for them without a word as Bruce nodded a polite greeting to Barda. He didn't offer his hand as he presumed she wouldn't understand the gesture and even if she did, his hand wouldn't survive the encounter.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Barda. I'm Bruce Wayne. I see you both have already met my daughter, Cassandra." Looking at the girl, he said nothing, but communicated with a few subtle gestures and a faint smile that perhaps it would be wiser, and more polite, if she stepped away from the large soldier woman with the very big weapons, who was a guest in their home.
Indicating that they were welcome to sit if they liked, Bruce took on of the upholstered Queen Anne wing chairs, crossing one leg over the other. "Favors," Bruce repeated. "Of course. What can I do to help, Scott?"