Hank wasn't moved by the man's spastic nature. It was a difficult thing to try and accept someone who was more or less an accessory to a terrorist attack on a school, and more than a school, his home. It wasn't made any easier by the man's inability to be serious even for a second. He was trying to get past those things, and entertain even to the smallest degree that the psycho in front of them had possibly even helped reduce the severity and duration of the attack they had just gone through.
He sighed slightly and approached the man. "You may call me what you wish. I am not concerned about such things. I do want to check your injuries, however."
The man let him examine the wound. Hank successfully tuned him out. The thing was, there was no wound to examine. "Ah, I see." Hank examined the area and the man had no open wounds. "Well, Lacking the need for medical attention, Are you hungry? Thirsty? You can help yourself to anything in the refrigerator if you'd like." Hank gestured to his refrigerator. He spent an awful lot of time there, and kept the refrigerator stocked with a variety of foods. He turned his attention back to Kitty and the various monitoring devices.