"Maybe I'll have to check it out, too." Assuming the coffee is any good. He's kind of picky when it comes to coffee, and understandably so, so -- well, he'll have to see. For now, he just mirrors the shrug, albeit gingerly (the meds may have taken the edge off of his pain, but he doesn't want to take any chances) and sinks back into the couch.

A long moment of silence follows, that said, and then, turning his head towards the windows, he starts, "I think they just hit the block." A beat. "You and Romanoff mind giving me and Foggy a few minutes?"