"Er, no. I mean, once I was visiting a university with a rather impressive space exhibit, but I was born the way I am," Hank blinked, still smiling even though he was a bit confused by it.
He blushed slightly when she called him a super hero, then shook his head. "I'm not a superhero. Or even a hero. We're just lending our services to help the people of the City," he said, feeling hesitant to say anything about the JLC. "My name is Henry, Henry McCoy." Maybe she meant code name? But Hank neither had one, nor could think of anything on the spot.
He grinned, though the asking for the statement was surprising. Was she some sort of reporter? "I'm glad to know you're alright. Ah. I'll.... I'll do my best?" He didn't think he should speak for the group for the reporter, and didn't know if Dinah would want to say anything about the JLC for now. They were still a very new group. "I must be off, however. I think you'll find heading back down this street will find you safest."