"Nice - gargoyles," Bruce replies, smiling crookedly again. It's like the rest of the huts, mostly, but there's something about the structures that he's realized he prefers over the harshness of the Manhattan apartment he'd been stuck in last month. If anything, living out here, away from the beaten path, reminds him of most of the countries he'd lived in prior to joining the Avengers - far removed from most modern conveniences and technology. Then again, if he wants to get a taste of it here, there's always Stark.

"Does it ever look like I do?" he points out, though he's glancing around and momentarily distracted, which means he very nearly walks into her when he turns toward the front of the hut. "Sorry."