Bruce"s expression changes from thoughtful to a little somber when Dick mentions Alfred and, rather than answer, he turns some to look out the passenger window. Staring. Watching as things go by them.

After a moment, he presses his back against the seat, legs dangling some, staring up to the ceiling of the vehicle he'd worked on in private... that he was still wanting to work on.

"I'm glad you all have each other here," he says then, finally, softly. "Probably makes being here easier."