The Hulk is very much focused on his rage right now. The people he had bonded with, became friends with? Were nothing more than fragments in the Hulk's mind, people of no consequence. They were things, in the way. They needed to be moved. He stomped his foot, splintering the cement beneath him and he growled fiercely.

And he would've moved them too, had not this...what was this standing in front of him? The Hulk's expression was hard and hands ready to smash. But soon he softened, arms falling limp at his sides. There was recognition. He had seen this...thing before and she was important. Dropping to his knees, he leaned forward, green eyes searching. Then finally he spoke, one word in a low gravelly voice. "Anna."