[Hank opens the door once they get there and leans on his knees, rubbing at the side of his face. Then he stands and holds onto the top of the car until his body realizes where down is. It's not that bad; just bad enough that he probably should take a second, not bad enough that he really needs to. But before he's really done it he catches sight of a face that's weirdly familiar.]

Dave! Hey! Over here!

[Hank waves him over, taking a step forward and wobbling a little.]

Heyyyyy. Fuck. Haven't seen you in... What's it? How long?


[A thin man with graying hair and rolled up sleeves glances at the uniformed officers nearby, then wanders toward them. There are spots of blue across one hand, and on the tips of his fingers.]

Hank? What the hell, man? And with your own android? You finally came around to living in the future and you didn't call me? I coulda got you a...

[He squints at the model number on Connor's jacket and then looks him up and down.]

A RK800? I never seen your model before. RK800, tell me your functions.