"Is it weird, encouraging, or depressing that pretty much everyone at this thing seems to have an equal amount of... you know, social grace?"

Bruce asks quietly, as he approaches. See someone in battle once or twice, there's a certain bond, he feels, even if you don't talk often.

"I hope we don't have too many young and impressionable students, otherwise they are going to pick up some weird social skills."

This is of course a totally gauche observation to make to someone who is still fundamentally a stranger, but the idea is honestly worrying him, and it's important to have a sense of humour about life, after all. His mouth twitches into a good natured, sardonic smile.