He leans back in his chair, trying to appear as aloof and disarming as someone with his lack of charm can manage. He gives her an unimpressed look.

"I didn't need to be a psychic to know how pissed you were when you walked through that door. Trust me, I'm about as thrilled about all this as you are." He growls, a faint snarl curling on his face as he looks back out toward the front of the building. "But what did he dangle in front of you, to get you here in the first place? It must be something good, something on Banner, or you would have sabotaged this whole thing yesterday."