[Hank hmms.]

There many people to interface with? Here, there.

[Another soft smile on Hank’s lips.]

See? We’re gonna get you all fixed up.

[He holds his burger with one hand now, awkwardly starting to reach across the table as if to pat Connor. But then he thinks of Vincent, with his piece of Connor that he’s probably going to use for something weird, and Hank scowls.]