The stages of reaction to that are, suddenly and obviously, uncharacteristically easy to read on his face. For half a heartbeat Bruce keeps looking at her with that reflective expression, as if he hasn't fully registered just yet what she's said. Puzzlement hits first - then something like being scandalized, and then incredulity. Bruce is not hugely expressive, no, but every so often he manages to get a little bit blindsided. Sometimes.

Well. It's Penelope, all right.

He opens his mouth, inhaling, ready to say something - side-eying her a little as he does. A host of potential responses flit through his head like the colorful face of a slot machine, and then the thought of yes it's her, no she doesn't remember me causes him to abandon whatever reply he'd settled on and veer in a new direction that could possibly be summed up as the bantering equivalent of pouring a forty out on the sidewalk for a fallen friend.

Deadpan: "You'd remember."