[ It isn’t until he’s settled, and the picture is once more stowed away in the safety of his pocket, that Betty reaches out to pick up the second pair of chopsticks. There’s no way she’s risking something happening to it simply because she hasn’t had a meal in weeks. It’s too important to him. ]

You don’t look exactly like him either.

[ She snaps the chopsticks with a twist of her wrist. This isn’t the first time she’s had Asian food. She’s eaten with the things before. ]

You’re taller, which I couldn’t tell on the video. Your hair’s shorter. Not by much, but it’s not quite as long as his was. You aren’t wearing glasses and he almost always wore his.

[ As she talks, she looks him over again, gaze scanning his hair and his eyes – the same color – and his expression. ]

Your eyes are the same color, though. And your face is almost the same. Someone less familiar with him might not have made the connection so fast, but I’ve met another Bruce Banner from another dimension. There were a few subtle differences then too, but… [ She shrugs. ] I’ll always know who you are.