Bruce tries to give her a look that telegraphs complete innocence, and promptly fails to accomplish anything like genuine innocence at all. "I'm willing to blame at least the elder god one on Enfys," he says, like he's talking about a flat tire and not a doomsday cult, and not for the first time, his thoughts brush up against the subject of his Slayer companion - and then go no further.

"No."

Of course he isn't, there are people there. Friendly ones. Who might want to talk to him, or heaven forbid, ask him his name.