Congratulations, Bruce, you're a halfway-decent person. Temptation given, and then resisted. The Soldier is quietly pleased (and relieved; it really hadn't wanted to be be ordered today, and it's also good to know it hasn't misjudged someone). "You have it. No one will know you're here from me."
No one has said anything further about checking in, though, so guess what: it's going to still do that until told otherwise.
It regards Bruce's damaged face without much surprise. Look, even without much light, even without being super obvious about it, it's been watching Bruce closely for the past ten minutes. It's not easy to completely hide that much swelling and a splint on one hand, when it has in fact seen Bruce's face once or twice before and knows what it's supposed to look like. How that got there isn't its business, though. All it says, after taking in the extent of the pummeling Bruce must have taken, is: "Perfectly functional, huh?"
That doesn't look like perfectly functional, buddy.
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No one has said anything further about checking in, though, so guess what: it's going to still do that until told otherwise.
It regards Bruce's damaged face without much surprise. Look, even without much light, even without being super obvious about it, it's been watching Bruce closely for the past ten minutes. It's not easy to completely hide that much swelling and a splint on one hand, when it has in fact seen Bruce's face once or twice before and knows what it's supposed to look like. How that got there isn't its business, though. All it says, after taking in the extent of the pummeling Bruce must have taken, is: "Perfectly functional, huh?"
That doesn't look like perfectly functional, buddy.