After that and the guy remembered his briefcase? It bespoke a familiarity with this kind of event that words couldn't have conveyed as quickly. Either that or he was the worst kind of workaholic.

Bruce walked him to the bench and kept his hold until Diego was safely seated before he sat down next to him.

"My name's Bruce," he said, waving the conductor off and watching the man head back toward the front of the train. "You have a history of seizures? Are you on any medications?"