...Mexico? Teddy's eyes widen as he finds himself suddenly... in Mexico. Or rather, like a Western movie version of Mexico. He's pretty sure that ponchos and sombreros have long gone out of style, and the revolvers everyone seems to have are not at all what he'd expect. What on earth was going on? Of course... it doesn't help that he pops in in full green Hulkling mode, with armor plating and claws and everything. Needless to say, that doesn't exactly make him popular with the locals. And he doesn't particularly want to explain, after the fact, why the bullets being pumped into him aren't more than an inconvenience.

So, in a bit of desperation, he goes to the one person he sees that might be able to help. A guy with red skin, who looks like he's waiting for someone. At least no one's bothering him, so perhaps that will help. Teddy walks up to him, offering a smile as he did so. "Excuse me, but can you help me? I'm... not entirely sure where I am."