Hank yawns as he opens the door of his quarters, half dressed and half asleep. He frowns when he meets your eyes, scratching his jaw as he stifles a yawn. "Captain? Can I help you?" He hums, rubbing a hand over rough stubble.

He chuckles, looking you up and down in the dim evening's candlelight. He's one of the newer members of the crew, but he's proved himself loyal to a fault. He's a hard worker, happy to get his head down and just get shit done. He's tall and stocky, strong and broad - he's a helpful asset.