The bar wouldn't really do Sitwell much good, but it would buy him a brief reprieve and something to have in his hands while he navigated another terse conversation about the dramatic loss of assets over the past months and his hasty exit in the new year, must be a good opportunity, where could he be going so soon? He brought his hands deliberately but stiffly down onto the bar, elbows tucked in close and lips pressed together in a thoughtful frown before he looked up and around. "Dr. Banner," he said with some surprise to the man at his side, slow to peel a hand from the counter top to offer as he stared for a beat at the drink Banner nursed. It didn't look bad. "Ah-- beer, is good, whatever you-- please and thank you," he panicked when the bartender caught his eye. Maybe next time. Director Fury wasn't drinking beer, though, either, was he? This job was so much harder than it looked on paper. "You, it's nice, Merry Christmas!" Sitwell recovered smoothly, focus jumping back to Dr. Banner, offering a hand to shake again.