[ He guards them both while Clark's attention is elsewhere, looking as though he's just interested in the opposite doorway. Bruce puts a hand on Clark's shoulder to slow him down. If they're in a real hurry, Clark can fly and Bruce can run. But he doesn't want to press that kind of urgency on them both when there's no immediate disaster to attend to. ]

[ Bruce examines the wall, looking down the corridor at the entryway. He doesn't see anyone coming, but leads Clark to stand around the corner anyway. ]

Make a list of every single place like this in the compound. When you're done with that, a list of everything you can hear. Start with the number of people. Then have a look at the machinery around, and tell me everything you can about it.

[ — He pauses, surprised this is actually useful. He could find out himself — given enough time — but this shaves off a lot of effort. And it gives Clark something to do. ]

[ He can't imagine what that even feels like for Clark, being here, but it's not as though Bruce has any idea how to approach that. To talk to a man who just died horrifically and has two of his loved ones sleeping away in a pod, Bruce would rather have to deal with one thousand of the Riddler's puzzles. ]

Take the day. Talk to whoever you need to, but don't give anyone your name until I know what's going on.