Re: Meatpacking District - Jason/Gwen/Hulk
[Enthusiastically frying the spindly marauders, though they are surprisingly strong. One latches into him and he finds their blades block his energy pulses. He feels it is appropriate to carry on a conversation at this time, having yet to differentiate Jason and Gwen from the other fleeing New Yorkers.]
Hey, who is falling? [Clueless. And with every appearance of being genuinely distraught:] Iron, big man, IRON. Not tin. God that's humiliating. [He is briefly overrun by sheer numbers.]