[If he understood anything, it was that Iris clearly didn't think herself deserving of help. Beyond obligation, there seemed to be no reason for anyone to offer, and so Bruce knew she likely didn't believe his insistence that he was doing this because he wanted to. But no matter. That would come in time. He waited, patiently, for her to take his hand, and he helped her out of the car and onto the sidewalk once she did. When she didn't pull her hand away he didn't let go either, instead coaxing her forward, towards the entrance.
Her confusion made him pause.] We're going inside. This is where you'll be staying.