Bruce was in the park, collecting some of the herbs his clinic would need. Yes, they had modern medicines and treatments, but Bruce couldn't leave his 'on the run' roots and still used more...natural remedies when he could. He slid some of the herbs into a pouch at his side before raising up, looking around, and spotting the stranger.
That wasn't that unusual in this city, even after being here a year he didn't know everyone in Starling...heck, he didn't even know the immagrants all that well besides those that were...familiar to him or had come to the clinic.