Bruce had been restless to get moving again. When he'd been on the run, he found it very difficult to settle down again until he was holed away somewhere he considered safe. So it had been almost a relief to get moving again, back on the run and road.

The less familiar part was not being alone. The rumbles in his head and chest had settled as Hulk adjusted to the idea that this was Jarvis, the familiar, soothing voice of the tower. By the time they reached the cabin, Hulk had begun to ignore Jarvis' presence (which was outright acceptance from him) and even Bruce was sort of adapting to having someone there. Having Jarvis there.

He dropped his own bag once he was inside and the door was shut, taking everything in in silence before nodding slightly. "This... is amazing. It reminds me of a place I stayed for a while after Harlem. A lot nicer. But there's similarities."