At the moment Bruce is just trying to get a handle on how the body works. He can only imagine the damage he'll do if he tries to apply Banner body expectations to Hulk strength and reflexes. The level of weirdness being conscious in this body really can't be understated. He's seen video of Hulk, but it really lacks the impact of kind of, sort of, in a weird way being Hulk.

There's also a crowd starting to gather, and they can't seem to decide whether they should be delighted to see the Champion back from out of the blue or if they should be pissed off that the Grandmaster's Champion is back from out of the blue. Sellers of Hulk paraphernalia are landing solidly on the side of delight and rushing to pull the masks out of storage. There are, however, a few people who actually cared about the people Hulk killed in the arena.

"I'm not too happy about Tiny - whatever his name is - ripping up my ride home, either." His voice sounds so weird.

Looking around, he raises a hand toward the gathering crowd and loses a lot of his amusement when some of them visibly flinch.

"Looks like an elevator's out of the picture for me right now." Looking up, he knows this body can get him up there, but can he do it without doing a huge amount of structural damage?

Only one way to find out.

He sets his sights on one of the faces sticking out of the building far above, muscles bunch in his legs as he psychs himself up for something he more than half believes he can't pull off, and then he jumps.

And way overshoots his target.