[He contains his frustration enough to say evenly,] They're not aliens like you're thinking of. They were huge, mindless, and trying to destroy Manhattan. And end the world. The property damage was a little incidental at that point.

Look, I don't want to argue this with you.

[Especially because she sounds like the voice of self-doubt and criticism in his mind, whispering that excusing even this one incident, which had helped saved the world, arguably done only good, was setting him on the wrong path. That nothing good could ever come out of the Hulk and all of his recent progress with control was a delusion. Bruce had been battling that voice his entire life, and only very recently begun to get the slightest inch of ground.]