Bruce had finished glancing around at the people in the crowd, turning back to look at the poster of Carmen once more, almost unaware that another person had stepped up beside him, until he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, turning to look curiously over at the stranger standing next to him. He looked at the expression on the face of the man for a moment, finding it to be both typical and curious.
"Come to the opera often?" Bruce inquired, supposing the polite thing to do was at least comment on something they had in common, though they had more in common that he actually realized. Of course, he had never seen this man before, nor did he know that enigma knew him, better than he should've anyway.
He stood there casually, waiting for a reply that probably wouldn't come, most people didn't really care too much for talking to strangers, but Bruce liked to give everyone a fair chance. He didn't realize the things at stake here. The day was just like any old other day, and he was enjoying it, greatly as a matter of fact, and nothing could ruin it for him. At least he hoped not.