Bruce actually came out of the arcade when the noise started going off. He was in a state of half dress, wearing the motorcycle coveralls that served as his uniform. He had the top part unzipped and flapping around his waste, revealing an orange tank top underneath. He was also wearing a pair of Nike running shoes instead of the boots he normally had with his heroing outfit. 

"What's up?" he asked, his voice once again a little sped up. In fact, he had been desynced forward all night, which was why he was already awake and apparently fully rested while many of the rest of them were still tucked away in bed. He was lucky today, though. Sometimes he was desynced the wrong way, and ended up with less than adequate sleep. He had a less than desirable degree of control over his powers, and he knew that Sanctum command was going to discover that pretty quickly. If they hadn't already. 

But he couldn't help it. It was hard judging exactly how fast or slow your time was moving compared to everyone else. Especially when he had been this way his whole life, and he wasn't actually completely sure what "normal" time felt like.