Okay, Pepper may not have known much about meteors, but she certain knew they didn't look like that, nor did they come from the brush. Whether they were headlights or flashlights, they were drawing closer by the second, which in turn, led to this scenario becoming far too sketchy for her liking. After the conflicts they've had in recent times, the last thing she wants is more confrontation.

And of course, there's the matter of Bruce's condition. As much as Pepper would like to say she trusts the Hulk wouldn't hurt her, the fact is, he's never met her. Were a fight to break out, she wouldn't trust him to recognize her as a friend rather than a foe. Not to mention they weren't exactly in the middle of nowhere. Spacious as it is upstate, there are families, farms, animals, and general elements of livelihood in the vicinity that wouldn't survive the Hulk's wrath.

So naturally, the best thing to do would be to prevent a fight. As best as she could, anyway.

"Uh...I'm not really liking the look of it, whatever it is, so how about we just leave this stuff here and..."

And what? Incite panic by running? She pushed to her feet and took a step back, sliding her eyes from the lights to Bruce.

"Do you think your friend would let us inside? We can let him know he's got company. Or...more company."