To Clint's relief, the dining car was almost completely devoid of other people. It didn't take a split second for Clint to zero in on Bruce as he stood from his position at a table in the far end of the car.

It was instinctual for Clint to catalog the differences between this Bruce and the one he had grown to think of as a friend. Subtle changes in facial expression, different overall posture, but the same smile.

That thought made Clint grin in return as he strode purposefully down the car to stand in from of Bruce.

"It's really good to see you again, Bruce." Clint stuck out his hand for a shake while eyeing the contents of the table by his side. Commodities for a good night to come, Clint hoped.