"The official punching bag?"
Petal shot him a sideways glance, sizing him up. With that goofy look on his face, he actually did seem kind of perfect for the role. She didn't feel like wasting time on him, though, so she turned and walked off without a word, heading straight back into the fight.
Hank was left standing there, scratching his head, feeling more than a little awkward.
He'd just blurted out a random name to try and break the ice, hoping to find some common ground.
"Was that too much?" he muttered to himself.
But not far away, someone had been watching him the whole time—Big Ears. He'd been keeping an eye on Hank for a while now.
Even before arriving here, he'd been thinking it'd be pretty badass to recruit a little alien sidekick. You know, for the aesthetic.
And now, one had practically fallen into his lap.
So he strolled over, putting on his best mysterious, all-knowing act.
"You're Hank, right? I've been watching you. You've got potential. Real raw talent."
