Hank didn't miss the edge towards what he assumed was a weapon. Or the "what" part of the question before the man turned his words over into a new question. He inhaled deeply and forced himself to relax, though other's anxiety was riling.
He looked at Dinah as she stepped towards him, nodding when she said his name. "The cure... didn't work," he shrugged slightly. "I'm... well. This, now. It advanced the mutation instead of repressing it. I'm fine, health wise, a bit enhanced actually. But... yes. I'll be alright."
He offered a clawed hand to the man, determined to be better than his appearance and the stranger's attitude. "Doctor Henry McCoy. Pleasure to meet you," he said, almost managing to keep the terseness out of his voice. It was difficult, especially as the man's reaction had hit directly on his own anxiety.