"Yes," Hank said, pausing and considering her for a long moment. There was something different about her, something was off. He could tell from across the room. But then, with Fred here it probably wasn't the best time to talk about it. "Well, if you'd like to grab a seat. I'm just finished with Miss Burkle's exam."
He turned his attention back to Fred as he readied the needle and swabbed the skin where he'd take the sample, concentrating on getting the slight needle into her arm. "Slight pinch," he said quietly as the needle went in. Then he pulled back slightly. "I'm not sure. An organization of mutants does sound quite exciting but I'm not entirely sure why it would hold special significance for me. Especially if that future is no longer in my cards," he smiled at Fred and then took the needle out, taking the vial and then withdrawing the needle.
"Well, I must have some amount of charm or pull. I've willed three members down here with minimal threats," he chuckled. "Though it's probably more the idea that they want the doctor to be able to help them best if injured, than simply being agreeable with my memos."