Bruce shoots him half of a wry look, barely a flicker of eyes. Practically banter.

"Yeah."

Well. It's just gonna be goop and vegetables or vegetable goop. Maybe a cave-dwelling lemur steak that tastes like goopy vegetables. Still better than cold, freeze-dried protein goop bars. Delicious reality.

The noises and smells of the docks are familiar. He keeps his eyes forward.