Bruce let the rest of those gathered do most of the talking, subtly sipping a drink while he considered the gravity of all that was culminating in his head. He regarded Ross' offer, twitching on corner of his lip upward and nodding at him to show he appreciated the offer. He'd probably take him up on it. 
[color=0072bc][i]'The playing field will be complicated in many ways,'[/i][/color] Bruce thought, scanning the room again. He knew several of his allies had fairly specific vendettas against the Order of Chaos, and now that the stakes were forcing direct confrontation, that tension would erupt dangerously. He counted it fortunate that he considered the people gathered trustworthy and expected little conflict in their efforts to cooperate. He took a longer shot of his drink, his gaze settling on Jeff, though he wasn't looking at him. [color=0072bc][i]'Jenso and I have fought together, but there's no practical prior experience to indicate that the others' abilities can instinctively mesh with mine.'[/i][/color]
[color=0072bc]"Jeff,"[/color] Bruce said, perhaps out of turn- he'd lost track of the conversation in the midst of his thoughts. [color=0072bc]"Remind me of what's been found regarding Vale's blade, if you could."[/color]
Bruce focused his gaze again on Jeff. He had more questions for the wind user, specifically regarding the arsenal of technological weaponry he no doubt had access to. Bruce allowed the ideas for complementing his own connection to the planet with the potential destructive force Jeff might be able to provide. Feeling the perspiration on his glass run down onto the skin of his finger, he also split his concentration to tap into that connection- momentarily, the sensation of temperature faded from his hand as it turned to stone, changing back after a modest psychic effort. 
[color=0072bc][i]'If I am to be truly useful,'[/i][/color] Bruce thought, [color=0072bc][i]'I must be able to change at will. And expand my capabilities further.'[/i][/color]