[ The funny part —not actually funny, more like bitterly ironic— is that it is the same thing, more so than she realizes. Not that he would care even if her power were something as innocuous as never burning food, or changing her hair color at will. He'd still want to register and he'd still want to keep her safe, and he wouldn't really care about what kind of consequences that could mean for him.

He sighs when she talks again, quiet but the exasperation clear as he tips his head up, closes his eyes for a moment, rubs the pads of his fingers over his eyelids before dropping his hand and looking at her again. ]

You can transform, Betty. You turn into... I'm not sure into what yet, I won't know until I see it, but you can— [ He chokes on the lump in his throat, stops, swallows dryly and grits his teeth in fear, worry, anger. Not at her, though, never at her. ] You can hulk out. That's the power they chose to give you, and if you think that's a coincidence, then I don't know what to tell you.