Hank stepped forward to observe the map when it came up, impressed by the man's work. He adjusted his glasses slightly, leaning in to take the map in, though he stayed a few feet away from the others. He was greatful for Jensen's controlled reaction, though he might have known somebody who served in the armed forces would be less surpriseable.
Dinah's question made him shake his head. "I could glean nothing from the blood sample that was helpful, or entirely trustworthy. Since it was not pure there was no way to be sure its properties mirrored his own," he said.
Then he hesitated, scratching the plush fur at his neck, a habit he'd developed recently. "I should mention, he was present at my side when I came to my senses after... after my transformation. I lost myself a bit, and when I came to sometime mid afternoon a day or so later he was there. He claimed to be concerned for my safety and the safety of the public, and escorted me to the hospital. There was no incident to speak of, that I can recollect."