Suddenly Hank wasn't angry anymore. He stared at the little woman with wide eyes, then swallowed and leaned back, looking her up and down again. She was different, another mutant? His heart lurched. He'd been looking for somebody else who shared that secret for so long, but when it was something unsafe to tell your own family it was hardly an easy thing to discover among strangers.
"I...." he stopped, words failing him for a moment, then carefully put down his groceries and offered his hand. "I believe we have- or rather, I have gotten off on the wrong foot.... so to speak," he shook his head slightly. That was a stupid thing to say. But he was dumbfounded. He'd always thought if he met another who was different he'd know, somehow, on some level. A silly notion but something he did believe. But the woman.... he'd just thought she was flat insane. Well, she might still be, but it was a different light to look at from this new perspective.
"I.... well. Yes. My feet are..." he struggled even to get so much out. He never spoke of his physical deformity to anybody, even his own parents, and even doing so now was making him nervous and a little dizzy. Or maybe the woman was right and he'd had too many Twinkies. "I apologize for the insistence. I don't... I don't know what it is like, where you are from, but it's not something I could allow to be known safely. I've never even met another... you know. Sorry. What are your powers?" He couldn't keep the eagerness out of his voice as he confronted her.