I'm not the boss, [he says in pointed exasperation, but he can't resist an open invitation like that, so he's stepping closer and looking it over. After a moment, he slides his glasses out of his shirt pocket and puts them on, immediately looking about ten times more like a scientist. At first he doesn't touch anything, but Bruce is confident he's not going to mess anything up, so he starts a subtle examination, apparently with no difficulty carrying on a conversation as he does it.

At the moment, there's several computer screens across his own lab bench, and an old, beat up laptop that looks like it's from a decade ago with duct tape holding the join together. There's microscopes and petri dishes, and cobbled together, odd looking advanced tech from the satellite in various configurations. Down on the next table, out of the way, is an array of local flora arranged under grow lamps, with scale piping systems feeding water and automatically filtered nutrients. All in all, there's a lot going on to look at, and Bruce doesn't mind him poking around.

Anything he's working on privately isn't out here.]

Yeah, [he says with a glance back.] Was sick. Getting back to normal slowly. That was a long process. Right now I'm working on ... something more metaphysical. [If he sounds vaguely distasteful, well, that's not hard to figure out.]