Jasper Sitwell and Bruce Banner
Bruce would fucking love to see the goddamn ethics paperwork on this shitshow.
He was not angry because some alien race had scooped him up to run tests on him. He could respect the scientific process. Besides, this was not his first rodeo, when it came to being the unexpected guest of aliens. However, Bruce was unrepentantly annoyed that these beings had thought it wise to house him with other people. Given who and what he was, it was dangerous to everyone, and also just plain stupid. But beyond that, there was no way his presence wasn’t going to interfere with whatever results they were after. He couldn’t be studied as an example of human nature -- he wasn’t human, he was a monster.
And he was also far too intelligent not to see the framework of whatever they were going to try before they tried it. Like trying to count how many times he breathed in a minute, being suddenly aware of what the scientists might be looking would make it impossible to submit himself to the tests without swaying his actions to reflect his opinions, not his nature or condition.
But, he supposed their hosts would find that out in good time. Until then, there was a pool table that someone was already taking the liberty to rack up, and he could deal with some small-time chatter with a stranger if it meant distracting himself with some basic trigonometry.