Hank lifted his head slightly, looking up at the man and then blinking in surprise. Bear? The Doctor could speak bear? Wow, well... then he was indeed the right person to see. Hank took some comfort in that, at the least. He worked at it for a moment, then grunted.
"It's Hank," he said, looking up at the Doctor mournfully. It felt so weird to talk as a bear, all he really heard was grunting and rowring, but he trusted that his intention was coming through. "I have been changed by something... I don't know what. And I didn't know anybody else who might know anything that would help."
He got up carefully, then took a step back and shook his head, getting frustrated and upset but struggling to push the emotion down to stay focused. "I can't stay at my lab to try and find out what happened, and I can't go home. I'm too big. I don't even know how it started."