Bruce didn't say anything at first. The sandwiches went together quickly, and then he had to eat one. He stared. And then? Bruce turned his attention on Alfred. (The sandwich could wait.)
He was too twitchy to do much of anything, really.
"I saw the emails. A text from Jaime Lannister, and another message from Mr. Fox." And he'd seen some of the deliveries, but certainly not all of them. Later, when he had passed through into functioning again, he'd have to let everyone know what the support had meant. But for now, it was all he could do to keep plowing forward.