[Hank rolls his eyes at Connor’s “lieutenant.”]

And you can ask me questions, too. You don’t need to ask permission.

[He starts drumming his fingers against his arm. Shrugs his shoulders.]

Isn’t that the goal? Save our world and get the fuck outta here?

[Hank almost, almost bites back the rest. But he looks up at Connor. Squinting.

Connor is family, so he gets to know. Maybe not about Vincent, but everything else.]

I wanted to get the fuck outta here. Whatever it took.