Just like back home, Bruce trusts being wrapped up head-to-toe to hide his body--the disciplined form of it, the scars of it, every bit of it. It's unlikely that he's hiding much from this one, though, if it's as dangerous back home for this man as Bruce suspects. The idea of being clocked for what he is...that nearly earns a smile. Almost smiling, he offers his right hand.

"Bruce." A second thought, once he remembers that no one here cares who he is: "Wayne. Bruce Wayne. I think I'm as new as you are."