Coming in, Bruce looked around the space. Not exactly what he expected, and he shut the door carefully worried about the window he saw propped against shelves. He walked over to her and offered his hand.
"Hi, Bruce Banner. Nice to meet you." He showed no reaction to her alcohol though it was a little depressing. Though, depending on the kind of cases she took it would make sense. "You are a PI or something like that?" he asked since the camera equipment and other tools laying around gave that impression. Plus, working out of your apartment screamed quasilegal work verses some type of cop or lawyer who'd be in an office.