Clark makes for the coffee maker, and likely none of his shitty minimum wage jobs adjacent to coffee are compatible experiences with the expensive, fancy space-age bullshit that dispenses black European coffee at a dribble. He's seen both Bruce and Alfred operate it enough to get it going, anyway, as he says, "Not as quiet as usual."

It's gonna be a little while until it is, again, and probably even longer than that for the kind of quiet that put the whole place into repose.

Machine set to growl and do whatever mysterious and arcane coffee practices it must, Clark moves for the fridge in search of cream, fishing that out and turning back to Bruce. The transparent look of someone with something he wants to say, and instead says, "How was your day?"