[Hank looks down at his watch for a second. A long second.]

Well, Morrigan. You've made this weird dream a lot fuckin weirder, so. Thanks for that.

[He rolls his eyes toward the sky - where the sky ought to be - and inches his way around her, slipping his bottle out from its pouch around his waist, twisting the top so it pops halfway up, and takes a drink.]

Auto-translate, of course. Stupid me.