That wasn't nearly so easy for Sitwell to recover from as it seemed to be for Bruce and his very casual segue. Sitwell recoiled slightly, gaze darting rapidly around the room to see who might be judging him for this exchange, and quickly back to Dr. Banner to make sure he wasn't tinging a little green around the edges.
"Uh--" What did he say to that? Did he laugh-- if he didn't, would that make Banner angry? Sitwell forced an abrupt chuckle, then quickly squeezed his fist against is lips as it turned into a painful cough. "That's, um," he choked out, cleared his throat and finished carefully, "me. I think. If you're close, though, I don't know her, it's just a work thing, really."