[The robot slid their coffees over soon enough — and then, of course, chirping a little reminder about the weird banquet, as if they hadn’t just come from there.
Hank tapped the side of his coffee, deeming it fine to hold without scalding his fingers.]
Well, shit.
[He leaned against the coffee truck. Gripping his cup as he stared up at the sky.]
Lotta cops ‘round here, huh?
[Not that that’d make Etraya necessarily better or worse — probably worse, really, if the cops here are anything like the guys at Hank’s precinct.
But still. Nice to find something to relate over besides the whole being kidnapped by robots thing.]
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Hank tapped the side of his coffee, deeming it fine to hold without scalding his fingers.]
Well, shit.
[He leaned against the coffee truck. Gripping his cup as he stared up at the sky.]
Lotta cops ‘round here, huh?
[Not that that’d make Etraya necessarily better or worse — probably worse, really, if the cops here are anything like the guys at Hank’s precinct.
But still. Nice to find something to relate over besides the whole being kidnapped by robots thing.]