What, that's it? Oh, he's so impressed. So far as he can tell, she's paralyzed in fear or whatever, and the Hulk is no longer concerned with her trying to attack him. Not that he would be concerned anyway, considering how easily he's carrying the unconscious scientist under his arm. He stomps up to her, anger and annoyance rolling off him in waves, and he balls his hand into a fist. He rears it back just enough so it looks like it could be a threat, or it could be that he's just huge and breathing hard and, well, angry.

"Where?" he demands, staring hard at her.