Everyone does have their trademarks, and John's coat is no exception. Even Coulson, who hasn't known John for very long, already associates that trenchcoat with the other man. He has, however, grown somewhat used to the other man's brand of humor, and he appreciates it.

Sure, it's sometimes a little irreverent and off-color, but for someone who works for an agency with rules and restrictions and classified information, it's a little refreshing too.

"You taking bets, then? It looks like it's a long way down, and at the rate the snow is falling, I think I have a number in mind." He's kidding, of course; he doesn't have anything to bet with anyway. And then, without a lot of preamble, he asks: "How are you?"

It's a bit of a loaded question, so he hopes John will forgive him for that.