Bruce has mostly spent his time since the box opened rolling about in a sea of guilt. It's a never-ending string of questioning if he should have just let the Hulk out and all that could have been avoided -- except, of course, Castiel getting his head smashed in, which would have been avoided if he'd listened to his gut and never opened the thing at all. Maybe he should just leave the science alone and focus on being a doctor. Science just gets him into trouble these days.

He heads over to the clinic to see if there's something there he can do, some way he can feel useful. Maybe check the supplies, maybe he'll put out a call, asking if anyone needs any medical help or advice. He's following Kurt's advice, a can of hairspray in one hand and a lighter in the other, but he reaches the clinic relatively safely, just in time to see what he thinks is -- huh?

Hurrying in after him, he enters the clinic to run into Castiel, which attracts enough of his attention before he notices Mina, and -- okay, then. He can handle barely clothed. It helps that this is like a double-punch to all the guilt he's been feeling lately.

"Hi." He's glad to turn his eyes firmly to Castiel while he gets his bearings. "You look really good for someone who had his head smashed in."