[Worry most about the time Connor leaves with a loaded pistol, Hank.]

I'll find a recipe for ramen first.

[And then something strikes Connor's mind.]

I hope you know the feeling's mutual, Hank. I spent many nights alone, often in a similar state of disrepair, wondering if you would arrive while wishing you wouldn't.

Things are not well in Solmara. There are barely enough materials to comprise rations. There's certainly not enough to repair me.