[ He takes her words in stride, the fact that she was here before unsettles him more than the change in scenery, and Bruce's next steps become uncertain, confused almost in a way that makes him second guess what he ought to be doing. Running a hand through his hair, he winces at the brush of junk, wringing his hands to try and get rid of it. ]
Guess I can skip that question. [ how long does it take to get over that feeling of grossness, that he's ill and his body has every intention of reacting against him and all the other questions that most guys don't need to deal with. Guys that don't have the hulk inside of them. Bruce smiles uncertainly, looking around. ]
So this is all... kinda like Star Trek or something. [ Or just as bad. ] Definitely not SHIELD's by the look of it? [ He's guessing, but it's not a random one either; there's no familiar brands, no Nick Fury shouting orders or guards at the door. ]
I MIGHT THINK ABOUT IT there's still time to write an app
Guess I can skip that question. [ how long does it take to get over that feeling of grossness, that he's ill and his body has every intention of reacting against him and all the other questions that most guys don't need to deal with. Guys that don't have the hulk inside of them. Bruce smiles uncertainly, looking around. ]
So this is all... kinda like Star Trek or something. [ Or just as bad. ] Definitely not SHIELD's by the look of it? [ He's guessing, but it's not a random one either; there's no familiar brands, no Nick Fury shouting orders or guards at the door. ]