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You alright?

Yeah I'm fine, just little sore. [ Well mostly, it'll heal by the time she shifts forms at least ]

Careful where you step alright? Wouldn't want you hurt. [ Considering the paint, broken glass and ceramic scattered on the floor.]

[Whoa, what a pair of eyes. And... teeth. Maybe this girl doesn't need his help after all. And the fact that she's worried about Hulk's wellbeing means she obviously doesn't know who he is. He smiles slightly.]

Don't worry about me. I'm tough.

[He glances around at the mess.]

Bad day?

[She chuckles a little. She probably doesn't need help, but she's not going to be rude about it. ]

I know you're tough, still doesn't mean I like you hero types getting hurt. Bad enough seeing it on TV.

[ She has to laugh about the bad day comment.]

This mess? Regular Tuesday. At least it was my mistake and not an Avenger crisis. Sometimes it sucks being within four blocks of the tower. [ Not that she'd move her studio, being this close helps hide her when she does slip and plays in the alleys in her feline form. ] So, what brings you here Hulk? Avoiding something? [ Her wrist pops back into place as she grimaces slightly, the clawed hand shifting back to human. ] Or is it Doctor Banner?

[Hulk is too surprised to hide it. She... did know him? And worried about him anyway? Huh. There's a first time for everything.]

Uh... sorry?

[Not that he could help that the Avenger's tower was a magnet for trouble. Her insurance rates must be through the roof. Hulk flinches slightly when she says the "B" word, and he raises a hand to wave her off.]

Hulk. Please. And I was just getting some... fresh air.

[He shifts slightly, still caught off balance, then gestures at the surrounding mess.]

This a normal artist's thing? Your muse piss you off or somethin'?

[ She knows all too well on what it's like to be hunted and feared, which is why NYC is the perfect place to hide, no one gives a damn about what you are there. As for her insurance, her boss pays for it, she's just a glorified day time sentry to an underground vampire club. Nothing to see here Hulk. ]

Not your fault. [She gives a small smile]

Fresh air's usually good, hard to find in the city though.

[ There's another laugh.] This is slightly above normal, but you know when you get pissed and need to hit something, better to hit an inanimate object than a person.

I just need to learn how to make a fist properly. [ Though usually she has bodyguards around because really for a big bad wereleopard, she's a declawed kitten! Fighting is so not her thing and her boss knows it.]

Though you know... I think it may have improved the walls a little. I was getting bored with the white look what do you think? [ She scoops up one of the paint tubes. ] Want a shot at changing the decor?

[Hulk chuckles a bit.]

"Fresh air" usually just means "get outta the tower before I end up strangling Hawkeye for stealing my food", heh.

[Hulk's grin becomes sharper at that, raising a fist to show off.]

Now that's something I know a little about. Need lessons?

[He pauses at the offer, blinking down at the tubes in her hand.]

Uh... ain't that stuff expensive?