(ooc: Also I meant to mention that Connor is welcome to scan Hank for vitals/the usual/etc! If I get into the game I can fill out your opt-in form if that might be helpful.)

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[Hank shuffles his way into the diner, drumming his hand on his thigh as he looks over the place.]

Well, isn’t that nice of them. Real hospitable.

[He’s grousing because he’s hungry and too old for this, and he doesn’t trust whatever the hell is going on here. But the fact that Connor is at least being taken care of in that way, with his thirium and his parts with all the complex numbers — that means something.

Hank’s expression softens for a moment. He just wants them both to get through all this, preferably with as few “close calls” as possible. Ideally now that they’re together again there will be less of all that — stronger as a team, whatever — but Hank can’t help but feel he’s just going to be dragging Connor down.]

Hell if I know where to start.

[Hank rubs a hand over his face once he’s seated, leaning back in his chair. Squeaky.]

I would say the beginning, but knowing you...

[He really does not want to have a heart attack imagining all the danger Connor might have gotten into here. But he should probably still hear about it, right? Better now than later.]

So we last saw each other after the revolution. You got zapped here, I got zapped here.

[Hank is skimming one of the little plastic menus from the table. Ordering a burger and fries and a shake when one of the robots rolls their way.]

I trust you’ll give me the gist of it. Is there anyone here I should keep my eye out for? Anywhere that’ll get me temporarily killed, or whatever?