"He said, his 'work'..." Mr. McCoy might have guessed the agent's intentions, but he wasn't a total mind reader. Heck, nor was Sitwell, he knew about as much as Mr. McCoy did at this point. That phrase was a little curious, though, for the first thing to come up. "Pursue that," Sitwell suggested, searching for an appropriate line of questioning that wouldn't reveal their collective ignorance. "Hammer's got to have eyes for his research; he was out of the country, up North somewhere...? What could Hammer buy there? Give me a second." The records weren't clear and Sitwell knew his chattering in Romanoff's ear wasn't helping his job security or her concentration. Anything she managed could help fill in the blanks.