It had more been the movement and light that had startled Hank and gotten the bear's instincts upset, but for now he was very interested.... ah. No. It was just some sort of grease spot. A few more snuffles and a sneeze and Hank pulled himself away, shaking his head and putting a paw up to his face. "I... whoa."
He sat back again, looking over at the Doctor, then refocused his attention, embarrassed but determined to win over these odd little habits that were almost too easy to slip into in this form.
"Time and Relative Dimension," he repeated thoughtfully. He liked that. "I think sneaking up or offering food would be best," he nodded. "Or trying to corner it somewhere."