"Right, right, that's." He shakes his head at himself because seriously, how many times has Captain Rogers said that now? Bruce's lost track. "Sorry about that, I'll. Sorry." Never mind it seems superbly disrespectful to go and just call him Steve. Just- It's- Something about it is just no.

Humming in concentration and firing up Google Maps, he doesn't much notice Steve's tone at first. "Uh, hmm. Well. If you keep going until, like. You see some kind of intersection or any kind of address, then I can just use the computer and get you a way back." He chews on the inside of his cheek, he shrugs with his free shoulder. "Or I c- There's probably someone still up, uh, an agent. They probably have the tech to go and triangulate off the cell phone or the communicator, whichever you have on you and then send one of their SUVs. If you really want to get back now, that's probably the fastest way."

It's only about then that he realizes that oh, yeah, Steve asked him something else didn't he? Right. "Oh, that's. No, it's nothing. I'm kind of a night owl anyway, or at least. Some of the time. Ju- It's not important, obviously. Nothing that can't wait a bit longer." He's already waited on an answer for this mess for the better part of a decade now - a small postponement can be made to talk with Captain America.