So far this had been as exciting as Sitwell expected; a quiet evening in the city, not even a date judging by that camo, or Sitwell had wildly misjudged McCoy's motivations. Come to think of it, even the proudest mutant activist would appreciate an evening off, even if it meant lying to a lady. As long as McCoy didn't take the ruse too far, Sitwell couldn't begrudge him that. In his own head, typing absently to record every familiar wordform his Agent whispered into his ear, Sitwell had just slowed down to reach out for a powdery donut when Romanoff reported the costume change.
Sitwell froze, feeling like he lost his place in the script and struggling to call up his line. "In the park?" he repeated, just to be clear. Why go to the trouble just to shrug it off? "Is anyone else around?" he asked, forgetting about the donut to focus more clearly on the task at hand.