"The Hulk," she repeats dubiously. It's not a term she recognizes from home, but she's been here long enough to pick up a few things via cultural osmosis. "Is he the… big, green one?"

If so, yeesh. It must have gone well for him to be reminiscing so fondly about it, but better him than her.

They cross into the park, and Sunshine makes the executive decision to head for the northern half. It's a bit quieter, and there are plenty of nice places to sit and have an impromptu picnic.