"Is talking to a ghost that farfetched?" In this universe where a lot of the seemingly impossible was, well, possible? Betty took a seat beside him and tugged her light jacket around her, kind of wishing she still had that coffee to knock some of the chill off her bones. "I came back." It sounded so simple, like bouncing back from death was no more a difficult feat than getting up after falling. Betty chuckled. "Let me clarify--I was brought back. My father had me resurrected." Betty had that half-smile on her face, like she could hardly believe Thaddeus, of all people, would go out of his way. Though, just knowing the kind of man he was, and how self-serving reviving her had turned out to be, it really wasn't hard to believe at all.
"But you know how he is," she went on, face turned partially toward Bruce while she stared downward. "He tried to keep me at the base, so I fled, and went into hiding for a long time. Haven't seen him since. And now I'm here." Betty lifted her gaze and watched Bruce for his reaction, for now, omitting the bits about being a big red Hulk. If there was anyone she could tell, it would be Bruce, but she wasn't ready to give Red up yet. "You could check my pulse," she offered, holding out her wrist.