"Hmm?" Bruce lifts his head and looks at the food, blinking. It hadn't been that long- with a glance over at the nearest clock, he corrects himself. It has been hours. "No arguing here," he agrees, grabbing a piece of pizza and taking a large bite. What he doesn't notice is that it's coffee, not tea, and even decaf gives his heart a little whirl.

"...decaf at least, right? Not that industrial strength sludge you drink? And are you determined to kill Mohinder by sending DUM-E?" The robot does have a knack for fire, somehow.