"...nah, it's alright. I believe you." Even if she sounds a little surprised by the knowledge, there's no question. Somewhere in the bones of this guy is the Hulk. Whether or not they're the same person, she can't say, she doesn't know Bruce hardly at all, but there's a sense of familiarity there she can't shake.

Then he talks about him and something odd passes swiftly over her face. A reflection of the twinge in her guts. Yeah, she...wasn't much for making friends, but that's what they'd been. Two people bonding in a bad situation. And he was gone now, or at least not here in the way she'd like.

So she frowns, takes a step back and shrugs sharply. "Yeah, well. He's alright. Never have to guess where you stand with the big guy," she remarks almost off-handedly. "Seems like you're sort of the same."

If the word vomit from earlier was any indication at all.