He looked up, cautiously hostile for a few moments before it gave way to mellowness as he recalled why the woman seemed familiar.

He leaned back on his bench, abandoning people watching in favor of watching Pepper Potts for now. "Not yet. Unless you would consider yourself something interesting?" he asked, voice a bit wry. "It's interesting what you learn about the movements of a crowd when you do nothing but watch."

Interesting, but also odd. Back home it wasn't his job to observe without interfering, when he got involved things happened.