Enigma was still crying, but she had quieted enough to listen to them, her hand reaching for her nightstand just in case she had to take Bruce...The Hulk down, grabbing her handgun.
She raised her head, tears still coating her cheeks, watching them, waiting.
She was healed and wanted to be out of this bed, hoping to have some fun...but it seemed like that wasn't going to happen so long as her best friend and her fiancee were bickering.