( Bruce waves a hand in the air and shakes his head as if trying to physically brush away the stranger's worry that's evident on his face. ) I was distracted myself, but I'm fine. No worries at all.

( Sliding the photo into his pocket, Bruce's embarrassment eases somewhat as he takes in the man in front of him. He knows by now that people here are from different times - different worlds - but it's still an adjustment to see someone so clearly from another time in front of him. But he has the advantage of once having had a god of Norse mythology on his team, so he's not too rattled by the century-late attire. Bruce has never been a history expert, but he was born on a military base and worked with the U.S. Army long enough to recognize that the other man was wearing some sort of uniform, even if it's dated. He idly wonders what year this man was taken from, but that doesn't seem like the sort of thing you ask when you first meet someone here. So instead, Bruce offers his hand to shake. )

I'm Doctor Banner - Bruce. I've only just arrived here, so I'm sorry if I seem kinda frazzled. ( It's still incredibly strange to him that he can offer his name here without any fear of being identified as the Hulk. As desperate as this whole situation seems, there's at least something freeing about that, so he gives the other man a small smile with his introduction. )

Sorry, I don't recognize your uniform - are you Army? Navy? ( Air Force was probably not a thing that existed yet in this guy's timeline, after all. Bruce has been distrustful of soldiers for a very long time, but he's not looking to make any enemies. Still, it was better to know. )