[Hank looks away, jaw tight. Hearing someone just say it out loud like that is... Well, fuck, it's what happened, isn't it? He chases the clenched feeling in his throat with the burn of shitty homemade moonshine and coughs a little, leaning over his knees.]

I'd settle for kicking the shit out of something. Thought about those uh, dummies or whatever, over by the temple, but they'd probably kick my ass.

[He tilts his head back and forth, a 'then again...' gesture.]

Still thinkin about it, actually. What'd you think? That count as venting too?