When she spoke Bruce's jaw dropped. He knew that voice. Closing his mouth abruptly he reached out and spun the chair to get a better look at her, "Oswin? What?" He was struck by the change. It didn't make sense. "Last time I saw you you were...in your ship." That was what she'd called it, right? A ship? Something Alaska.
At the mention of the mess, however, Bruce took a moment to look around, "...Birthday." He said, as if that explained everything.
"How've you been?" He inquired finally, finding his place again in the struggle for balance.