Enigma entered the lab, her head down. “Tattle tale,” she muttered to the tiny robot before picking up his console, hitting a few keys to send him off to do busy work, smiling fondly as he zoomed off to clean some of Bruce's lab equipment, his touch gentle and caring for a machine, before she turned to Bruce, still not looking up at him.
She didn't know what to say, not after what had happened at the gala...it still hurt, to have had him leave her again.