Azure-Pelted Cavalry
Hank is bounding off the walls and ceilings, sure to keep pace with Damon without completely out-distancing him.
Not that these ears could lose track of such vociferous bellyaching in any case...
To be fair, Baird has the right of pretty much everything he's saying. The Beast is NOT having fun, he's NOT happy in the least, and the sooner he and his two blonde compatriots get to the bottom of this and return the nexus to whatever passes for "normal", the happier the blue-furred laureate will be.
Upon catching sight of Snake and Otacon, Hank leaps from his vantage point on the ceiling behind Baird, landing in a bestial crouch (if you'll pardon the pun) before the scientist and the sole before rising to his feet in a gracious, if slightly overdramatic bow.
"Greetings and salutations! Doctor Henry McCoy, at your humble service. And before you reach for the proverbial torch and pitchfork, I'd like to hasten to reassure you that I am in fact one of the "good guys," as it were."
He flashes them a charming smile (even if there are way too many teeth involved). Just because they're stuck together in a Hellish mockery of science and a metaphorical rape of everything he believes in doesn't mean he can't be charming about it.