Bruce could feel each bump as they rode, each dip and divot in the snow. The shocks on the truck were sub par, just by the feel of it, considering the ride felt more like being on a boat than a truck. And boats didn't sit so well with the Other Guy. Not in the slightest. They were lucky (or maybe very unlucky) that they had gotten him on this covered four-wheeler in the first place. Hulk wasn't too fond of enclosed spaces either, particularly vehicles.
Bruce turned his brown eyes on Kate, taking a silent moment to admire her in the dim, crowded light of the truck. He didn't like her...like her, but she was brave. She had admirable qualities and she was definitely the spitting image of what a hero should be defined as. Much more defined than he was. She at least had a true skill, one learned and adapted. His was just an accident.
When she smiled he tried not to light up too much, and had been about to say something when the truck lurched to a halt abruptly. Bruce blinked instead and tensed, looking around in curiosity along with the rest of the sardines.
"Kate, what is it?" Finally, the million dollar question. He looked concerned, moving to shift across the small space of aisle to where Kate was, anticipating what might be going on to cause a caravan of this size to halt.