Bruce laughs with a sheepish duck of his head, nodding. "Fair enough. That's true on Earth, too," he says. "Generally." He recalls precisely the last time he'd been hugged in greeting, and it's been a very long time. He thinks, maybe, Stark might clamp him in a rough sort of brotherly embrace if he were the hugging kind, but he's not.

"So, how long have you been here?" he asks, figuring that for a safer topic.