"Ah," Bruce replies, and slips his hands into his pockets as he rocks back on his heels. He's never quite figured out how to talk to people about his...condition. He simply can't be as laissez-faire about it as Tony, not when the Other Guy is a constant living, breathing part of himself.

"I'm flattered," he finally settles on with a little nod her way. "That you're a fan. And you don't have to worry, about the other thing. If that was what was worrying you. Do you work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" It has to be that or the military, although these days Bruce is having trouble discerning the difference.