[The look Hank gives him is angry, resentful, and brief, turned back after a couple seconds to the lake in front of him where he hurls another rock, hard, and it comes out at a shitty angle and goes maybe ten feet before sinking fast into the water.]

You like callin me that, don't you? Well all that lieutenant shit, all those fancy skills you say I got to bring to the table- being a lieutenant did me a whole lot of fucking good, didn't it?

[He looks down, running his tongue over his teeth. He sighs. All the anger that was in his voice before's been switched out with something apologetic, tired.]

Bet you wish you could drink right about now, huh.