The dog, for what it's worth, merely smiles up with tongue lolling at Bruce the same way it's been smiling at everyone else, and wags its tail. Perhaps, granted, a little more frantically than usual, but it doesn't even get up. Apparently it's waiting for something. That something (after Bruce has gone into the cafe) turns out to be the train, which it disappears into with considerate promptness.

On his end, Jason glances up from the paper, registers Bruce's presence the way anybody might, and looks back down. 'Giant snake corralled by twelve-year old in burlap sack.' Has he has gotten the wrong paper? No, it's just Baedal. That pastry looked good. Bruce would never wear flannel. Well, it is a solid color... ugh. Turning the page with a bit more force than necessary, he focuses on an article about the upcoming elections (unless he were undercover as someone with a 9-to-5) — okay, fine, he'll just. Close up his newspapers and go home.

... he'll buy a pastry first.