Bruce, for his part, stood right up the instant Betty did, his posture actually straight from habit, and not because he was actually quite scared. He had to remind himself not to stammer if Ross spoke to him, which he assumed he would.
Holy cow, sure she'd said her father was in the Army, but he had a star on his shoulder, so he was some sort of General, right? To be honest, that rank has more to do with Bruce being scared than anything. And then Ross is asking for names.
"Banner, Bruce Banner..." Bruce looks down at that hand and takes it, shaking it with the most certain grip he can muster. "...sir." He adds, uncertain if it's overstepping some boundary, or going to be interpreted as the proper attempt to be polite that it's meant to be.
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Date: 2012-11-24 05:21 am (UTC)From:Holy cow, sure she'd said her father was in the Army, but he had a star on his shoulder, so he was some sort of General, right? To be honest, that rank has more to do with Bruce being scared than anything. And then Ross is asking for names.
"Banner, Bruce Banner..." Bruce looks down at that hand and takes it, shaking it with the most certain grip he can muster. "...sir." He adds, uncertain if it's overstepping some boundary, or going to be interpreted as the proper attempt to be polite that it's meant to be.