[ Bruce listens intently, committing each of the names they've listed to memory and is relieved it seems a good bit of their family seems to have made it. He's not thrilled to hear about the younger version of himself, but he doesn't comment on that.

There didn't seem to be a rhyme or reason for the people the AI deemed worthy of testing. Not if it was pulling Scarecrow of all people in alongside them. It seemed less a test of worthiness and more a test of patience. But at least there were plenty of eyes here to keep trained on Crane and knew how to deal with him if he somehow got out of hand. ]

Yeah, let's sit.

[ Preferably away from the crowds, but in a place like the Beehive, finding any kind of privacy is a feat. They at least knew each other well enough that talking about anything sensitive would be easy enough to decipher. Bruce leads the charge in finding a table, since it's not terribly difficult for him to cut through the crowd and all Barbara and Dick would have to do is follow the trail. When he's satisfied with the location he takes a seat and waits for the others to do the same. ]

I haven't been able to find a way out of this place. I've checked. I'm going to assume that's normal.