Not unlike Bruce's first transformation, Betty's mind isn't used to all of this. Her version of the Hulk is clumsy, disoriented, not sure what's going on. It barely looks like Betty, her tattered shirt hanging onto her with the sleeves torn off. Her usually serene face distorted in rage.

She, or rather it, turns with a snarl at the voice before processing who it is. Her green eyes looking wildly down at him as she leans on a wall to keep her balance. Everything was too big to move around, too loud in her head to think.

Betty Hulk struggles to talk and pounds both fists into the floor with a BOOM! in frustration when she can't. Another chunk of machine sailing into the wall and right through it.