Relief was plain on her features, and when he stopped in front of her, she reached out with both hands to try to wrap his wrists with them. It was reflexive, the need to touch someone when fear was getting the better of her. The place itself wasn't frightening, not really, but those question marks... She swallowed. "Hello," she said. "I'm so glad you're here." And then, when she realized what she was trying to do, she laughed at herself - even if it was a little uncomfortably - and dropped her hands.
"I hope I'm not troubling you at an inconvenient time?" she asked, remembering at last the manners that her father had brought her up to show at all times.
On further inspection, this place didn't seem quite like a warehouse at all, but more like a home. Surely, Bruce didn't live here... Then why...? Did someone else? An involuntary shudder ran through her when she again remembered those green marks on the side of the warehouse. There was something about them... something... She couldn't quite remember. Why couldn't she remember? It felt important.