[She thought he'd be more insistent about it, and there's just a moment where panic prickles the back of her neck - but the high smooths it over, makes it less of a concern. He's not the clone - and besides, she can tell when he's lying. Maybe it's just the buzz making her more confident, but she believes it.]

Yeah?

[It's an invitation to go on, one she doesn't think he'll take. So even as she asks, her thoughts spin ahead: what's the worst thing that could come of that?

Well, plenty, but the point should be, what's the worst thing to Bruce?

It takes a second longer than it should, because the thought occurs and then is dismissed - twice, first because she doesn't think it's a big deal, and again because it's just not like him.

But. The way he's acting? How much he's grown - how much he's spent looking for this person?

Yeah. He could do it. But she doesn't let it make her recoil: she never liked him because he was some perfect little rich boy, she liked him because he was - messed up. Like her.]

All this cause you killed him? Jesus, B. He literally ruined your life so, what, you're just gonna finish the job for him?