"You sing at the Opera?" He inquired, putting the puzzle pieces together, the gears of his mind spinning wildly. "That's pretty impressive." He explained, enjoying that she shared something else about herself with him.
He noticed her turmoil when she spoke of the Opera, and the way she sliced right through the cutting board. He leaned over quickly and picked up the piece that had fallen to the floor, setting it on the counter. "Are you alright, Enigma?" He inquired, concerned about her, despite the sudden change in subject. It sounded like her boss at the Opera needed a little bit of talking to, and of course Bruce would do that for her, but only if she wanted that. He had no right to jump into her life.