Bruce is no stranger to staring off into space and then finding out someone was sitting across from him, so he only blinks a few times to clear his mind when she sits down. It takes him a second or two to play back what she said, still a little stupefied from the whole thing. Focus, Banner.

"I look that clueless, huh?" He knows he must, barely registering the things around them, or the details of how he got there, which is a real bad sign. Dark eyes fix now on the area around them, and he rubs a hand to the back of his neck. "Probably not, unless it's in the early 1900s. That's the feel this place has." Old but not centuries, plural. "I just came from ...." Wakanda. A battle. "A city. In 2018."