[Hank bursts out in brief, sputtering laughter. That might be kind of a dick move, technically, but it’s just, that’s the absolute last thing he expected.]

You know, I wasn’t even thinking about it? Your whole thing’s so-

[He waves a hand in front of his own face, helpfully. Thank you Hank, very descriptive. There are questions that come with that topic, too, the one Simon just brought up: So nothing gets in or out? So that zombie thing, how exactly does that work? If your little suit does open up, how worried should I be?

He looks at what there is of Simon’s face, for a second looking thoughtful, then looks away.]

Well, where there’s a will, or whatever. How do you feel about magic shit? Telepathy or, you know, some stupid crap like that? I bet we could figure something out.