Bruce doesn't really do idle conversation if he can help it; he's not acting like a pod person, tonight, and though Tom isn't quite who he really is (...whatever the hell that means), he's still able to converse how he might like to. (If he could figure that out halfway.)

That said, sometimes he seems lost, and sometimes he seems a little - intense, pointed, too-saturated, something. It goes back and forth, sometimes subtle and sometimes a bit jarring, and some people find it intriguing while others tend to be unnerved.

For now, thankfully, he's fine.

He smiles, which passes for a reciprocation of her greeting, and then moves to sit down, gesturing for her to do so first if she'd like, because he's got manners. (Unless they're already sitting and Bruce's typist is lacking in reading comprehension tonight, in which case ignore this.) "It is unusually busy tonight, so I've been told." There's a cocktail (and... assorted other services) menu stood up on the low table in the room, and he glances at it, doesn't pursue it. And, ah, now he recognizes Rachel from the cohort network; of course everyone he runs into is from that cohort. When's it going to be that masked woman? He puts it out of his mind, forcibly- "Hasibe's a friend of mine from home, actually, though I haven't been in here before."