Hank stared at her, tilting his head to the side, then quietly straightened his tie to try and keep his shirt up to hide as much of the scar as possible. There were treatments to make it fade quickly, of course, but not till it was a little more healed.
"Uh.... no. I mean, no, Miss. It's doctor, actually. Doctor Henry Phillip McCoy," he fumbled for his ID and showed her, feeling silly. The picture was taken right after he'd had a few twinkies and he was grinning like an idiot in excitement regarding his new job. "This is the lab that was assigned to me, by Dr. Lecter, for my personal research. There's no staff, though I'm not sure if any but him or I have access here." He assumed Hannibal had access as well. The superiors always did.
He paused, then, glancing at her clipboard and only catching a glimpse... of a patient admittance form? Could that be it? He looked at her more closely, wondering about this stranger.
"I'm sorry, miss, but the lab isn't even completed yet. Isn't the inspection supposed to come once I'm actually going to start working?"