"Looks like it does," mutters Yuri, unable to tear his eyes away. His mother would be annoyed with him; she didn't raise her boy to do something as rude as watch someone shift. At least it doesn't look as painful as his own transformations.

"Bruce," he answers, then pauses, unsure what to say. "You got hit by a car. Or a car got hit by you, maybe, I didn't really see. Are you…okay?"

Realizing belatedly that the man's clothing was shredded -- and that however sturdy Hulk was, Bruce is unlikely to do so well in this cold -- he quickly shrugs off his coat and holds it out. "Um, here." He'll be cold himself, now, but at least he's got a sweater on still.