Bruce is doing reasonably well at walking that line so far, and Tim is inclined to trust him at least a little - not absolutely, not even his own Bruce commanded absolute trust, and at times it has actively been discouraged to force him to think critically about everyone in his life (with varying degrees of success) - it's enough to make a start with. He's still curious, of course, but he doesn't want to push that too far.

He walks over, moving quietly by habit, and picks up the burrito, examining it. ... And then his stomach rumbles. Okay, so it looks good, and he can't really keep to his super fussy egg white omelette and salad diet here, and his body could undoubtedly use the nutrients to help recover from any lingering after-effects of the toxin. He takes a bite, and finally sits down on another bar stool next to Bruce.

"How much do you know?"

Keeping his curiousity relevant to his own world.