Bruce is adjusting pretty well, in that he's not incredulous of anything he's heard in a way that truly doubts that it's possible, he's just exasperated with how little sense it all makes. The universe is meant to be consistent, and this is anything but. It seems like every person here operates on a different set of rules, and it means he can't predict or understand anything except on an individual, case by case basis. He's had this frustration with his own mutation for years, but having it suddenly crop up everywhere makes him a little long-suffering.

"I'm, well, I'm wrapping my head around it, I just don't know anything," he says with a slight laugh, running a hand through his hair. He's not embarrassed to admit his shortcomings. "There's... a little of this at home, but it's not-- occult.

"What do you usually investigate? I'm guessing not just ghosts."