Fury wasn't sure what to think about her wry hospitality, but he settled for amusement and took a seat on the proffered crate. Shoulders hunched he relaxed (her smile, which could have been terrifying, actually put him at ease), leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and stared up at her with cautious interest. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask her- not least of all how she was apparently in Hulk form but still coherent; this was a far cry from Banner's Hulk even on its best behavior-but they could wait. Keeping her at ease meant that her questions got answered first. If she didn't decide to rip him in half maybe he'd get a chance to ask his.
"A lot," he said, blunt. No reason to sugar coat it. "But you're not the first super powered individual to go on a rampage- hell, you're not even the first Hulk to do it. I dunno if you know this, Miss Ross, but I tend to collect misunderstood strays," he grinned up at her, his smile as cynical as hers had been. "So if you want to go it alone and remain an 'enemy of the state', then that's your choice. But if you're willing to let me, I can probably help you."