[Of course, Bruce hadn't expected her to recognize him. Not immediately, since he presumed that, like himself, she would be going off secondhand knowledge. Despite keeping space between them he could still see that Iris wasn't in the best state; she looked like she hadn't slept in too long, or eaten for that matter, and he didn't think she should be in a shelter. It might be the right place for some, but not for her. He looked at her, and she stared back at him, but her reaction was unexpected. He hadn't thought he was overly threatening; in fact, he'd tried to keep his body language as non-threatening as possible.]
Her? [He frowned, puzzled. Clearly she thought he was someone else, though he wasn't sure who, or who the 'her' she hadn't gone near was.] I'm Bruce. We've spoken before. Do you remember, Iris?