Hank was thoroughly enjoying letting the bear have its fun in the water, but the human part of him kind of wanted to dive again. It had been a thrill to leap in and then turn over.
He swam back to the side, lurching up and scrabbling at the dock side. At first he wasn't up far enough, and he scrabbled for a moment before falling back in. This time he dove, then lurched up, leaping out of the water and getting up enough so that his nails dug into the gravel and let him haul himself out completely, huffing slightly as he got to his feet, then shook, spending a huge shower of water in all directions. His fur stuck out in all directions when he was done, and he backed up to get a running leap at the water.... only to catch a strong scent. He knew that smell. Cigarette.
He turned and looked over, seeing a man standing there.
Whoops.
He hadn't meant to let anybody see him, but the man was smiling? Maybe he was used to it.
"Herrow," he called out, politely bobbing his head. Without the Doctor's ship to translate him he'd found English to be much more difficult, but he could say a few things. Sort of.