Bruce has no problem with the process or the silence. He doesn't try to fill it or gets antsy, just keeps his mouth shut and lets her work through whatever it is she needs to work through. Naturally, he is neither verbose nor social. There's nothing uncomfortable about silences for him.

There's a hell of a lot uncomfortable about guns, though, and his eyes flicker down to the gun's grip and back to her. He steps back, twice, along the wall. Great balance, but still physically distancing himself from the gun. "Fire it into the air. See what it attracts. I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn." He'll prove otherwise if it comes down to it, but there is no way he is using a firearm of any kind. "I'll handle dinner."