"Gross." She wrinkles her nose and shakes her head empathetically. "No, I'm Bruce's cousin, Jennifer Walters. Hi."
It's tacked on after a few seconds' delay, on a little huff of incredulous exhale. She's still not 100% convinced she's actually talking to a dead guy, like maybe she really is still dreaming or something. As such, she reasons it can't hurt to tell him the truth. And if it's really Tony Stark somehow, he's friends with Bruce and it's all kosher anyway, right? Right.
"Bruce and I got into a car accident a little while back, he was in his squishy Bruce form, his blood got into my wound... long story short, this situation happens now." She sweeps a hand down at her side, indicating the obvious big and green situation. "I'm still kind of, um... in training, I guess. You know what," she switches topics all of the sudden. "I think I need a drink. Do you need a drink?"
A beat passes before she tacks on, "Bruce isn't here right now. He'll be back later."
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It's tacked on after a few seconds' delay, on a little huff of incredulous exhale. She's still not 100% convinced she's actually talking to a dead guy, like maybe she really is still dreaming or something. As such, she reasons it can't hurt to tell him the truth. And if it's really Tony Stark somehow, he's friends with Bruce and it's all kosher anyway, right? Right.
"Bruce and I got into a car accident a little while back, he was in his squishy Bruce form, his blood got into my wound... long story short, this situation happens now." She sweeps a hand down at her side, indicating the obvious big and green situation. "I'm still kind of, um... in training, I guess. You know what," she switches topics all of the sudden. "I think I need a drink. Do you need a drink?"
A beat passes before she tacks on, "Bruce isn't here right now. He'll be back later."