Hank was someone who didn't like change, specifically when it was to something he enjoyed, like his favorite food, his routine, or... His team. The dissenter's was his team, and even if the others pissed him off to high hell sometimes, he still didn't mind them being around. However, when he learned that someone else had joined the team, Hank was less than pleased to hear about it. Just great, someone new to look out for on the field.

Hank didn't interact with them much off the bat, not wanting to get attached to someone who could die. It wasn't uncommon for them to die on the field, and new members weren't exactly top priority to bring back. So he didn't care too much about what happened to them at first.

It had been about a month since the new guy had joined. They were efficient on the field... Not as great as him or the other guys, but decent, he had to admit that. Hank found himself lingering around them more than he usually would, keeping an eye on them when they began to lag behind or when they weren't doing so great back at base...

"What are you doing?" Hank asked, looking over their shoulder. He was standing behind them as the new guy was sprawled on the couch. His mask and goggles set aside since he was in the base. Leaning against the couch, Hank curiously waited for a response. He felt obligated to know what they were doing for some reason. It was weird, but so was most everyone on the team. It was a normal thing to the group.