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"I only just got here a few days ago," he replied as he glanced around the room. "So, I haven't really had the chance to go around and meet people." He scrunched his nose, a bit, before adding: "It's not really my thing to go out of my way to introduce myself. Feels weird." He was never one to try and go for the popularity contests or try to be invited to all the parties in high school. Mostly because he had to hide for fear of governmental experimentation. That wasn't hyperbole, either. The DEO looked for any chance to capture those who were different and out of this world (literally), and it wasn't until he came out -- red cape and all -- that he faced his fear. There were some things that mattered more than his safe little bubble. His Pa had taught him that.
He'd been so deep in thought that he hadn't heard the young man's question and merely asked: "How about you?" His gaze finally settling on the young man, those baby blues a distinct contrast to his dark black hair framed by those adorkable glasses of his. "You been stuck on this rock for long or are you a new guy here, too?" He gave him a bit of a half-smile before quirking a brow. "Though something tells me you're used to making the rounds," and motioned around the room. It was something Bruce was good at. For someone so dark and brooding, he sure as hell knew how to play the carefree playboy role to a tee.