[As he talks Hank grabs for the arm Noctis is holding out, wanting to guide him back.]

'In your group's one hell of a qualifier, considering the other one of your group's Mr. 'source of all magic' over here. I've been burned before, thinkin people aren't weird in this place. I mean, I've got a reliable source that says you start workin out at the crack of dawn, that's a sign of something fucked up going on right there. Like, shit, why would anyone, unless they were up to something terrible.