It's not a rich neighborhood, but it's not the worst. It's only maybe going to get stolen.

Harold carefully settles into the chair in front of his computer terminal, and pulls onto data he'd set up for algorithm crunching, the day before.

Very conversationally, he says, then Bruce enters the room, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Wayne?"

He doesn't even really look over as he says it. To be fair, his range of motion turning his head that direction is mostly 'nope'.