Hanzo stilled his own movements, moving with slow precision, not making any sharp turns or grabs. He watched. He took in every movement of this stranger, analyzing, learning. There was something about him that didn't move quite like an Assassin, and yet still he was clearly trained. Unless they had improved upon omnics in their own world, some of the movements made no sense. His mind was clearly working to think out the process as Hanzo remained quiet.
But as ever, reactions were plain as day on his face. He had never been very good at hiding what he was feeling, except for the days he had grey rocked those around him upon his father's death. His name was used - he hadn't given it to anyone here. Home, that was the only option left.
He stared, eyes narrowing further. "Who are you? I would know my enemy, if we are to fight in this strange world." Perhaps that was why he was brought here in the first place, for this purpose.