'Or maybe they won't.'

Bruce is not all that comfortable with leaving it to guesswork. He pulls a couple of small, metal items from his pocket (all shaped like bats, but he's kind of hoping the others won't see that), and tosses them down on the ground as if they were food.

At least one of them takes a peck at it. Maybe they are just hungry.

'We could just destroy them, if it'd make you happier.'