[The world is a strange and mysterious place. Bruce knows that, even if he doesn't say it aloud. But he's sure that wherever Harding went to, she'd like it in some fashion or another.]

I'm sure you'll know soon enough. [He says with a small, quiet laugh. A breeze blows through at this point, the chill of the night making itself far more noticeable. Bruce shivers a little and rubs his hands, blowing out some hot air in the hopes of keeping them warm.]

It'd be nice to return there again. [A brief pause, and then Bruce laughs once more.] Remember the last time we were both there? I was following you and ended up getting hit by branches. Several branches, in fact.

[It was all quite embarrassing then, but now Bruce looks back at that memory and only feels amusement.]