The woman tilted her head slightly at the man’s expression, tilting her head. “Brace myself? What fo——-” she was cut off by a startled squeak escaping her when her small form was lifted up by this complete and utter stranger. “H-Hey! What are you doing?!” she squeaked, her arms immediately latching onto him so she wouldn’t fall.
Who was this guy, anyways?! “You know, I’d like a dinner and a movie before getting swept off my feet,” she drawled sarcastically, but otherwise not protesting.
"I-I’m Hotaru," she replied once she was sat down, pulling her jacket closer. "I, uh… work here." She smiled sheepishly, before tilting her head. "What are you doing, anyways? And, uh…. who are you, exactly?"
"--Me?" The male responded automatically, as if he wasn't really paying attention to her. With a grunt he withdrew a small bundle of bandages;however, as it unrolled it the unstable doctor discovered that Stark had obscurely drawn himself on the entire length, depicting himself as a God among men.
"How old are you?" He mussed under his breath and turned to face the strange girl. "I'm Doctor Banner -- and sorry, I don't do dinners." The brunette shuffled forward and cocked his head to the side. "Now Miss Hotaru. Would you please remove your jacket so I can examine your wound?"
