"Hn," the big guy, or, let us be distinct, Big Guy went, at least as far as Teddy knew. 'Hn' could have some complex, layered connotation in Chinese that Teddy was sure he wouldn't ever be able to focus long enough to understand. If this wasn't the thing that got him exterminated for being a failure of a secret agent, it would certainly be his inability to learn Mandarin.
Or was it Cantonese he was supposed to have figured out in 18 hours?
Whatever, in Teddy's language 'Hn' kind of sounded like a grunt of surprise, so he had a split second to level the playing field with Big Guy. The cheap suit Teddy wore to really get into the scheezy government official character tore to rags at his shoulders and across his back as he rounded on Big Guy with skin thick enough to stop bullets and green enough to look horribly out of place with this decor. The wings might have been overkill, but one slapped into the meathead as Hulkling spun around, sending hims stumbling back to be more than mentally off balance when Hulkling demanded, with enough enthusiasm to understand in any language, "Drop it!"