Right, that's getting into the science of the situation, and she's got no ground there. So she lets the talk of DNA and memories and such skim right past before picking up on her question, rocking back slightly on her heels and crossing her arms low over her chest.

"Bruce Banner. You know him?"

Skittish sort of guy, clearly too clever by half, but he seemed nice enough. As far as anyone could be expected to be 'nice', given the circumstances.