[Bruce supposes this is a tune he has to face eventually. Adelaide is one thing, but the Iron Lady? That's a whole different song altogether.]
Madame de Fer. [He greets as he steps out of the tents after a long day's work. The expression on his face is placid and his voice is quiet, hiding any trace of emotion that he might feel. Better to get this over with as soon as he can.
After a brief pause from his initial greeting, he inclines his head and adds on--] I trust you have been well.
[Perhaps not the best thing to say, but well. Bruce never said he was good at things like these.]
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Madame de Fer. [He greets as he steps out of the tents after a long day's work. The expression on his face is placid and his voice is quiet, hiding any trace of emotion that he might feel. Better to get this over with as soon as he can.
After a brief pause from his initial greeting, he inclines his head and adds on--] I trust you have been well.
[Perhaps not the best thing to say, but well. Bruce never said he was good at things like these.]