Hank gently squeezed Willow's arm when she agreed to come with him, relieved, then let go of her so she could get her lap device and he could look at the small electronic device she'd given him. He blinked, turning it over curiously, then carefully pushed a green button, eyebrows lifting when it lit up a small screen. He thought he'd seen one or two people with similar devices around, but hadn't yet gotten around to asking what they were for or how they were used. "Er... Willow. I'm not sure what this is. Does it call for help?" he looked after her and offered the phone back. If he wasn't in such a state he'd be excited to try to work out exactly what it was and how to work it, but now wasn't the time for a half focused trial-and-error.
When Dinah spoke he blinked and looked over, fighting to urge to give her a hug.
"There's nothing to understand. He's your boy and he needs you. Just please, please be careful. He is injured but he is also dangerous," he said, looking at her. He would have blushed at the "gifted" response if he had the strength or sufficient blood flow, but as it was he just smiled slightly and looked down. "The best of luck to you. And feel free to call on me any time you need me."