Sif is more than familiar with the concept of debt. She owes the Hulk her life once for a rescue from falling pieces of buildings, and she supposes she owes Bruce for helping at her command. Yes, she imposed herself in his lab with Asami in tow the previous day, and she'd hoped strongly he would not turn them down. He had not.

Despite the strain on his control, he had helped; it was admirable. He was definitely admirable, and honourable, and most likely tired. So early in the morning, before she heads to her own job post, Sif stops by with two papercups full of coffee. They're fairly large - she takes it this means more satisfying, or at least that is what the vendors keep telling her - so maybe they will do the trick.

Unlike yesterday, today she knocks.]

May I?