"And we couldn't have that." It was a hell of a thing to wrap your head around, though. That in her world, there was a version of him. "So you've got a Tony as well? Natasha? Bruce?" He had to wonder if there actually were X-Men in theirs. Not that it would mean much now, since that was definitely not where they were.
He smiled in understanding. "I get it. Pizza's great, but everything has its limits. Kate seemed very concerned I'd ever had a bad pizza, when we spoke. She's obviously passionate about it." Her uncertainty was rolling off of her in waves, and he didn't know the best way to help her beyond not eyeballing her the way so many people walking past seemed inclined to.
"So that's a yes on coffee? Maybe something not Italian to eat?" He pulled open the door, assuming she'd be able to duck through it. "You're not in my way. I figured it was about time I stop sitting back in the unit every night. Wouldn't mind the company, if you're up for it?"