Reconstrustion. That alone would have gotten her attention. The thought of someone actually taking a proactive stance in this place was a warming though to Padmé. She smiled a little brighter and replied, "I just needed some air. And I'm Padmé." She hesitated for the briefest of seconds, trying to decide on which name to give. Anakin wanted her to go by Skywalker. She was happily doing so, too. But, Anakin was gone, now.
"Padmé Amidala," she finally decided, her heart aching at the decision yet knowing it was the right one. She couldn't be Padmé Skywalker, not now.
Looking around, surveying a bit of the damage herself, she added, "It's refreshing to meet someone who wants to make the city a better place. I was involved so extensively at making things better back home. I was beginning to think that was something of a lost art, here." She looked back to Bruce.
"I'm sorry," she suddenly apologized, the smile turning almost embarrassed. "I'm keeping you from something, I'm certain." She didn't want to hold him up, she was sure he was probably a busy man. It just felt so nice to speak to someone who wasn't filled with quiet rage, or harboring ulterior motives.