Several people turned their heads in unison, including Betty, who took a glimpse as she wiped the crumbs off the corner of mouth. She couldn't see anything through the cluster of people goggling by the window, but heard someone yell, "Bruce Banner's having a heart attack!", prompting her to stop and blink. What? The probability of running into Bruce two seconds into her arrival hadn't exactly crossed her mind. She pushed through the onlookers to get to the window-- But there he was. She stood there gaping. That was...yeah, that was definitely Bruce.
Betty was in a daze for all of five seconds before she shot a sidelong glance at the person standing beside her with their phone up, camera on. Someone might need help, and their first instinct was to record it? Jesus. Betty said as much before she shoved past them, and rushed inside. People stood by the walls, minus the few who either left or ventured forward, but weren't confident enough to get too close to Bruce. Good, give him space, but any qualms Betty had about her own effect by being there were abandoned when she knelt beside him.
"Bruce," she said calmly, noting the familiar beep of the monitor. She motioned for a wet washcloth. "Bruce, it's Betty. Can you hear me? Can you tell me what's wrong?"