"I need to talk to Betty Ross." she murmured to whoever had picked up the phone, watching Bruce carefully. She was scared. Not of him, but of how he would recover from this, whether he would be okay or if she'd been too late. As soon as she heard the woman pick up on the other side of the line she tried to shake the dark thoughts. "My name is Darcy, I'm...a friend of Bruce Banner and he needs some help. He wanted me to call you. And says duck duck goose." she told the other woman who quickly asked where they were and said she'd be on her way.
"She's coming." she told Bruce, dialing another number on the phone. "I told her to go to the motel, it'll be easier not to be noticed there. I'll call us a cab." she told him, before speaking to the dispatcher. "They're close, just gotta get outside okay?" She stood first but then leant down to help him get up too.