[ Jim shifts upright in his seat, his attention torn away from idly watching passers-by out the window at the sound of his title. Mild surprise registers on his face for a fleeting moment before he smiles. ]
Bruce. Afternoon. [ He just catches himself before he asks, is everything okay?, instead substituting: ] It's good to see you, how are you?
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Bruce. Afternoon. [ He just catches himself before he asks, is everything okay?, instead substituting: ] It's good to see you, how are you?