She's still wound up, obviously. It emphasizes her age to him, where sometimes he can nearly forget when they're speaking only by voice on the consoles. But to him it reads as young, nervous, unsure how to handle an unexpected crisis. He hasn't been like that in a long time, isn't sure he's ever really had the luxury to be antsy.

Conversely, he settles even further, seemingly unaffected by her nerves. "I have it hidden," he answers, assuming that's what she's asking for. That'd be his priority, anyway. "Let's just take a seat." Bruce walks toward the couch to do just that, gait even. "How about you start from the beginning," he says.