For Bruce, it wasn't him who took the newly given D-Streams. That would be Floramon, who had went in Bruce's stead mainly because he wasn't that willing to go into a crowd and also because he felt he really didn't need it. He wasn't going to fight, after all, so why should he take one?

Floramon went, though, and Bruce, unwilling to just put his kindness to waste, accepted the D-Stream and was now glancing at it himself, studying and mentally attempting to dissect it. Electronics were not his forte, but he knew enough about them to have at least a basic knowledge of what to expect.

Transmitter, screen, slot in area... he thought to himself, going through the parts that would be needed to assemble one of these new D-Sreams when Floramon tugged at Bruce's sleeve and pointed eagerly at a seat near him. It only took Bruce a moment to look up and see who Floramon was pointing at - Tony and his Dorumon, who were also apparently here for the celebrations. Or the developments, either way.

Pocketing his new D-Stream for now, Bruce made his way over to his friend, a crooked smile on his face. "I didn't think you would be here," he spoke, once he was close enough for Tony to hear him.