Hasibe watches him through that moment, as it stretches out. She's concerned, despite knowing that Bruce doesn't need anyone to look out for him; their brands of toughness are quite different (Hasibe absorbs her own hurts, permitting them, feeding off them), but all the same, they're in a new place, and he is something of a tether to their backgrounds. And he is a little lost, though she doesn't quite know why.

But he relents, with that damned golf club line again, and she looks pleased even as she rolls her eyes. As he probably knew she would.

"Oh, please do--Huan could use the new chew toys."