Bruce isn't sure it's okay with him, but then he's pretty new to the idea that the other guy can do good. In Harlem with Blonsky, it'd been pretty obvious that the Hulk was the only one who could take something like that down. In New York, well, the Hulk couldn't really make much worse. Here, though, in such close quarters, it's -- good that he doesn't let him out. Yeah, sure. Good.

He hugs Lydia back, more open about it than he would be on a normal day; today's tense; physical comfort is a necessity. He looks up at Daneel over her head, and he wishes he could explain why he feels so sick, so wrong, but he can't.

"We can hold down the fort here. Keep an eye on things, maybe. If it seems like someone needs medical help..." He trails off, looking toward the doors.