The woman's gaze studied him for a moment then she said, "Bruce."
Her voice was calm.
Bruce's eyes widened.
The voice.
It took a moment longer than it should have.
The scar across her face changed her appearance. The rugged scarf obscured part of her features.
But the voice.
He knew that voice. Recognition flashed through his expression.
He looked at her again, more carefully this time.
And then.
"Jean Frost," Bruce said slowly.
A faint smile touched his lips.
Jean held his gaze for a moment.
Then she gave a small nod.
"Likewise."
Their hands met again, this time more firmly.
