"You're not the only one." Honestly. So ruffled. Bruce lifts the glass tumbler in his spare hand, tilts it until the ice clinks against the side. It's an offer, if she wants it.

"Would you believe they actually have club soda here?"

Well, it's not quite club soda, but it's at the very least a close cousin. Regardless of her answer, he heads to the small table he's dragged up on the roof and pours an extra glass.

"I own property up in that area. New York's always been a sort of... home away from home for me."