Accelerator, chewing on some spam, patiently waits for Hank to start breathing normally again before answering.

"I think most people around here are halfway decent," he replies, setting the musubi down and looking for stray score card on the table to fill out. He's just a very big outlier, which... yeah, he was an outlier back home too, so this is nothing new for him.

"None taken. No, only simulacrums made by Echo, and I don't think they count." Hopefully they don't count. Grabbing a card and a pencil, he starts writing down some numbers. "I'm trying not to do the whole killing thing anymore if I don't need to. It isn't responsible."