Bruce stood from his desk, grabbing his coat and swinging it over his shoulders before pulling it on. He pushed his hands into his pockets and pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, lighting his cigarette and inhaling as he made his way to the door. He blew out the smoke as he walked down the stairs, turning at the sound of you calling out to him with an annoyed expression "What?" He responded, Scottish accent heavy as he took another drag of the cigarette.