Tch. What I wouldn't give for a burger stand just about now. [That's not going to happen of course. No one is going to descend from the heavens and give him a chicken sandwich and a sugar-filled soft drink. He doesn't seem to sad about the booze, however.] Well as long as it's not killing me, then I don't see the problem. [He's had moonshine before. Mediocre is almost a compliment.] I always wanted to try astronaut ice cream but this shit's making me regret even thinking about it...

[For all intents and purposes, Hank looks okay despite the fact of everything that is happening and the stupid outfit he's wearing. Maybe it's just a testament to a human's ability to adapt once they are cornered and have no other choice, or maybe Hank's just too exhausted to really think about it more thoroughly. He gives the android a small, tried, bittersweet half-smile in return.] It ain't your fault Connor.

[Figures Connor wouldn't have been in one. They never had to deal with that type of crime yet.]

Yeah probably...I stopped going a while ago.

[Before then. And as he had told Connor, there were a few choice words he'd say if he met his maker, after all.]