When Beauty's smaller hands made to curl around his wrists, Bruce glanced down at the gesture for a moment finding it both very normal and very strange. He glanced up and offered her a questioning look. She didn't seem like the type to go looking for strange places to be.
"It's good to see you. Are you alright?" She didn't seem like she was very comfortable with the surroundings. Honestly, Bruce didn't blame her. He was never entirely comfortable being here either. As clean as the place was it was stained in blood, drama and hatred.
At mention of catching him at a bad time, Bruce shook his head and when she had released her grip his hands seemed to find their way into the pockets of a lab coat.
"I have a patient that I'm looking after, that's the only reason why I'm here," He explained slowly, knowing he didn't need to. He followed her gaze as she looked around, before his eyes settled back on her own once she had gotten her fill of the atmosphere, "Can I help you with something?"