Bruce was tired and bedraggled this morning. He had his mask pulled down over his eyes, trying to catch a nap(at x3 synchronization, to get some extra time) while they were in transit. Unlike Nathan, who could be pumped full of drugs to keep his powers in check, the Overseers seemed to be at a loss for what to do about Bruce's power. They could completely turn it off with a Titan restraining collar, but that was just a bandaid for his lack of control. Instead, they opted on forcing rigorous control training on him. Though they couldn't control his synchronization, they could measure it. 
He was outfitted with a watch that had both a regular, mechanical clock, and a digital one with a remote link to an atomic clock back at HQ. The digital would always show Normal Earth Time, and the mechanical clock would always show Bruce's Relative Time. There was a third display that calculated how many times NET the current BRT was. Not only was he expected to keep a steady desync level while performing difficult tasks, but they had taken to having him hold his sync at .85 while sparring. It gave Bruce a new appreciation for what it was like to fight him, but he could see a big difference from when they first started doing that to him. It was definitely honing his reflexes and physical speed. 

His control over his powers was improving, but last night he had had a bad dream(nerves before his first mission) and accidentally slowed his personal time, making him tired and sleep deprived the next morning. 

Some kind of commotion woke him, and he raised his hood and resynced to see Linn and the new guy about to match blows. He briefly considered getting between them(as was a habit of his whenever his teammates seemed about to fight) but Ambrose was on top of things, as usual. Bruce decided it was a bit late to be sleeping, so he pulled his mask back off of his head and rubbed his face. 

"How're we going to find her?" he broke in to the conversation about the mission suddenly, "Split up?"