"Bruce." Her heart drops as his head does, and she's even less certain if she's doing the right thing - does he even want to see her? Is she going to do more harm than good?

"Hey." She offers him the most tentative smile she has - please don't be mad, please don't be upset, please don't let me screw up, over and over. "Can I come in?"

(Oh, God, don't let her screw up. This once, let her get something right.)