"What can I say, I prefer a courteous approach. Even when it's relative to death and/or possible broken limbs." He shifts his glass to his other hand, takes hers and shakes it. His grip is firm, but kept well in check. He isn't here to break anyone's fingers.

"Nomad. That's rather a bleak name for a lovely young lady." And it's most definitely a code-name. As most monikers are self-bestowed, he can't see it meaning anything well for her. The word comes from the Greek νομάδες, or 'nomades', 'those who let pasture herds', but its more recent use tends to imply a sort of societal displacement. A wanderer.

Hm.

"I'm Bruce, by the way. Bruce Wayne."