Hank was snapped out of his headspace violently as suddenly some woman was literally underfoot. He started, nearly dropping his groceries, then quickly stumbled backwards, though with all of her flailing and moving about it was a great deal more difficult to distangle himself. A few Twinkies soared from his bag, but he managed to free himself without stepping on her again, face going ashen as he realized what he'd done.
"Goodness, I'm so sorry!" he said, looking down at his own monster-sized feet, loathing them selfishly for a split second before he looked over. "I'm so sorry I- are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
He could have just about kicked himself. Well, technically he could, and the temptation was great, but that would just look odd and only really be useful in the privacy of his own apartment. He was usually so careful to avoid strangers, but maybe he was too comfortable with his own movements. Maybe he was overlooking how his bulk moved around and was just waiting more instances like this. He'd have to be more careful.