It's not curiosity that takes Bruce into the red rooms, but a desire to watch over others. He knows where the snuff films that circulate this city have come from; none are going to be made while he's there, walking up and down those halls. Let them think he's just some standoffish voyeur. (Maybe it's something like the truth.)

When he sees Angela, he's struck with something that's almost like guilt - maybe more regret - for how he behaved when they were out. Sometimes he's just not up to it.

He shoes up beside her at the bar, at first flicking his attention towards the bar tender who grins at him in hello; Tom doesn't say anything, just smiles a bit and then looks over at Angela. Hi?