"I am," Bruce agrees with a slight nod. This is perhaps the understatement of the century, so much left out that sets him apart from the typical 'Earth guy,' but he's not in the habit of introducing himself to people by telling them he sometimes turns into a furious, green giant–Not even when that person is gray and from another planet.

"I'm Bruce," he says, and holds out his hand. Too late he realizes that the gesture may be entirely foreign, but it seems too late to abort, his hand hanging in the air between them, arm gone stiff with awkwardness.