Bruce stands alone in his room, thankful she's gone but still feeling the burn of embarrassment, and irritation, on the back of his neck. He stays still, and closes his eyes, and takes one long deep breath after another. The monitor on his wrist keeps beeping - but this time, backwards. 170, 160, 150, 140...

Something he needed to see? Not the incident itself, which he always knew. But the blackness after - he's not sure what that meant. He's pretty sure he doesn't want to know.

A glass of water later, he takes a seat. Maybe he doesn't know exactly how it goes, then. But he does know who comes next.