Bruce glances up, giving her a small smile - genuine, friendly, just reserved. Like he is with most things that he is incapable of doing himself, he's pretty fascinated by art and artists. It seems like such a romantic thing - idealistic, fanciful - to do in this strange place, and if not for the quip about starving (...and the fact that he'd observed her meet with Hasibe over the network, look it's not paranoia when you're in his line of work for real) he might wonder if Angela had been in Baedal for much longer than she has.

"They're not permanent features," he says, and then steps a little closer so it's like he's actually engaging her in conversation versus hovering at the edges of interaction. "Paris?"