[Bruce nods at the uncomfortableness of the desert. His hands dangle by his sides, twitch like he might slip them into his pockets, but ultimately remain in plain sight.
Speaking of discomfort - a slight frown touches his mouth at Oliver's second suggestion.]
no subject
Speaking of discomfort - a slight frown touches his mouth at Oliver's second suggestion.]
I just did what you did.
[Is that unusual?]