Killer bees! Ahaha!
Bruce leaned forward some, doubled over as he tried to catch his breath. He squinted his eyes shut, palms flat against his knees as he breathed in and out heavily. He had to get his heart rate under control, his breathing...he could still hear the swarm but much more faint than before. That was helping him maintain some semblance of control over himself.
Finally able to catch his breath, the scientist lifted himself back up and his eyes open, a beautiful, normal brown instead of that toxic neon green, and he looked at the man that had addressed him. "I...uh, sorry..." Bruce turned to look over his shoulder at the door, a hand lifting to point behind himself as he rotated his attention once more to the man, "Killer bees. A whole swarm. The resort is under attack or something."
Instantly he was worried about Natasha, but she had always been the type to overcome about anything and she was resourceful enough to either lay low or defend herself. Bruce lowered his hand to his side and stepped sheepishly away from the door, "I didn't mean to cause the TARDIS any harm. Really. I was just trying to stay alive. I'm Bruce." If this guy was here, which he seemed perfectly content in being, Bruce hunched he was the one that ran the place. But he didn't look anything like The Doctor that Bruce was familiar with. The last couple, one with a bow tie and the other tall and slender, bore no resemblance.