The helmet is a nice thought - maybe he could harp on it if it wasn't just about the absolute least of their worries, but she will hear about it later, oh yes. Bruce is standing, arms crossed, pacing every so often; he found Morgana's tablet and turned it off before setting it near her. It's not that he wants to deliberate worry anyone who might go looking for her, but he doesn't know what to say, and doesn't feel up to communicating more than he has to.

He's restless, and it's clear, but the sharp-eyed acknowledgment on his face when he sees Enfys arriving with Trixie is close enough to relief to work in a pinch.