"It's mostly how you hold yourself," he says, and the soft-spoken quality of his voice somehow still seems to fit, compared to his flatline humor moments before. While that statement is mostly some mild-mannered defense in the face of the steamroller of WORDS WORDS WORDS that is this woman, it's also true. Physical likeness, despite being something Bruce has a very keen eye for, hardly matters. She acts, sounds, speaks, stands like herself.

He hasn't even heard her name yet; Bruce thinks very highly of his own intellect, news at eleven.

"Why would I be pissed off at you, if it was?" Faintly amused; he goes for his socks and beat-up combat boots that might be older than she is.