"Likewise," he said and shook her hand, wincing as they jolted up onto the sidewalk. He wasn't going to press his earlier question after she gave such a short answer, but he wasn't naive enough to misunderstand the lack of information and translate it into hope. He'd keep his hope in other places and maybe no real news from Bobbi was better than bad news. In the meantime, the place to clean up and gear up sounded about as good as home plate tickets at a Yankee game and he was sure glad having his ass rescued by a stranger was paying off so well.
"You've got other people?" he asked when she got off her radio, curious now. Maybe it was a whole pocket of survivors, maybe someone else would be able to tell him something. There were all kinds of possibilities here and he wanted to believe that most of them could be good ones. At the very least "gear up" could mean her group was somehow well connected. If he could just contact S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers, someone who could lead him to Pepper.