Well, there it was. Hank's presence here had been noteworthy for his age, and he was absolutely sure that anybody in a position of authority would know. Still, she was very confident, and he didn't see the harm of answering her questions... just in case she actually was an inspector.
He carefully unwound the microscope's cord, then gently took off the back panel, reaching for his tool box. It was fashioned to look like an old toolbox, but once open it revealed all of the finer tools needed to work on such a piece of equipment. This was brainless, carefully taking the device apart. He could talk to this girl, impostor, or whatever she was and do this task as well. "I'm eighteen," he said, fingers nimbly dismantling the interior of the microscope and leaving the parts neatly out. "I'm attempting to rebuild my lab from my world... well. Better, I suppose, the base technology here is much better so I imagine the end results will be much most satisfactory. I'll be continuing my research on abnormal genetics, though here I suppose I'll be including the supernatural elements that are present. I'm not sure yet. Ah, but yes. Genetics. That's my field." He nervously reorganized the parts he'd just put down. Her eyes were... well, piercing. And so many redheads in this City. He wondered at it, but he wouldn't complain. He found red hair very pretty, and all the more intriguing because it was so uncommon. It was one of the first genes he'd actively sought to isolate himself back in school.