Hank had finished most of his business for the day. It had been slow, mainly revolving around him getting decent fitting clohting that could accomidate his new size and fur. He had managed to find slacks, a few large neutral white t shirts, and a doctor's coat big enough for him, and since that was all he really needed to do his work his didn't look for anything else. Truth be told when he was in the lab by himself he'd taken to wearing a large pair of basketball shorts. Not the most fetching attire he'd ever worn, but it was the least bothrsome to his fur.
Still, he was dressed up for the war meeting, more or less. When his timer went off he took a deep breath. He'd contemplated not going at all, he hadn't seen any of the team since he'd returned and they didn't know about his condition. It wasn't something you just explained in words, after all, and he didn't want his appearance to distract from the purpose of the gathering. Still, he'd met the vampire and knew a few things about him, and he was a doctor. His opinion might be needed, and he certainly needed to know how to prepare for the eventual mission to take the vampire out.
So he was going, riding up in the elevator, frowning when the lift stopped at the ground floor. The doors opened and he saw Dinah, and instantly flushed slightly, head bowing. She was with a stranger who smelled human, and looked preoccupied with the meeting already.
"Good afternoon, Dinah," he said quietly, shifting uncomfortably and averting his gaze from her hand holding with Dean. He pushed his glasses up his nose slightly, as he usually did when he was embarrased.