[Connor glances over at Hank, expression a mix of disapproval and concern, but he doesn't say anything. Even if Hank's tone is lighter than some of their other talks, his casual mention of his own death was worrisome to Connor.

The look of feigned innocence from Connor was obvious.]

I explained it to you before, Hank, when I have conflicting priorities I sometimes have to override direct orders. [He's definitely not subtly smirking. Not at all.]

Well, they're food replicators, so, in a way, they are just fancy vending machines except no payment is required. [Smartass.]