With a speed Bruce through only the Hulk possessed, he turned around and reached out to set the talking clock upright again. "Sorry," he rumbled with a deep shame that didn't completely feel like his own. "Are you hurt Cogsworth," he asks and then tries to puzzle out how he knows the clock has a name. He's used to having to share headspace with others, but this feels wrong...almost like the other person really doesn't want to be here. The Hulk can at least tolerate him.