'Lucky,' murmurs Bruce, keeping his eyes on Lecter. He moves to the side to squeeze the bag of fluids as instructed, regular and easy. It's good too, having a rhythm to focus on.

'He should make it.'

If his voice is devoid of expression...well, he knows what Lecter is, and while he doesn't think in terms of people deserving what they get, it's still hard to feel much sympathy.