"Hn." ... Probably fine. He's not going to function until he's processed coffee, which he takes over obtaining since Clark is moving towards real food. Bruce sips and shoots a look over to the lurking plant. If Clark is paying attention he might notice it curiously resembles a look he's given the likes of Guy Gardner, ie, I'm thinking about eviscerating you and feeding you your own entrails because the thought relaxes me. Well, maybe not exactly that. Plants don't have entrails.