Bruce felt less like he'd seen a ghost and more like he could be a ghost. There were a lot of theories about the afterlife, but none that speculated about this particular situation. So he was putting it under very unlikely. He'd been toyed with gods and aliens enough at this point to think they were more likely to be the culprits. This was all very well and good, but he was still sitting there frozen like his brain stopped entirely, when in fact it was running a mile a minute.

He snapped out of it at the voice and looked at her, and paused. There was something very familiar about her, but he couldn't put his finger on why. And it was not because she had one of those faces. She had a singular face. One he was not going to stare at, stop staring at people Banner. "Sorry," he said automatically, standing up a little straighter. "I---" Where did he have to go? He was too tired to go back and forth in his head about what the better choice was. "If you don't mind, ma'am, I'd appreciate that." She was maybe twenty years younger than him, and still he felt like ma'am was the right way to address her.