In response, he went, "Um," and shuffled nervously, sending a tattoo of loosed gravel down the side of the building. It was an incongruously shy move for a winged and clawed hulk, and he seemed to realize his bulk and image only after he tried to hide his fluster with a curving wing.
After clearing his throat, Hulking tried again. "Hey," he greeted, trying for a grin as he lifted his head and squared his shoulders, leaning curiously closer over the edge of the building. Cassie was off webslinging with Spider-Man through the city every night, why couldn't Teddy get it together enough to say hello to Spider-Woman? If he had somebody else's face, this would be a breeze. "I'm, um. I mean, you're really Spider-Woman, right?" Sometimes, Teddy hated himself. "I mean, I'm-- people call me Hulkling." Smooth.