[The mumbling, halfhearted way she says it almost makes it easier for Hank to cool down. If she'd been totally genuine, completely polite, perfectly put together, even today - well, she's not, that's more obvious now, and Hank knows a little bit about how that feels. His shoulders start to slump out of their high, defensive posture as he watches her, his face starting to pull tight with regret.]

I'm sorry too. For- for the last time we talked too, in- fuck, uh- Fuck. You know. [In Akvos. The city that might not even be a city, anymore, full of people who might or might not be alive.] I didn't mean anything by it. Either time. I wasn't even mad, I just-

[He sighs, crossing his arms over himself.]

I used to be better at talking to people without pissing em off. Sometimes I was even good at it, believe it or not. But I keep- I don't know. Sorry. For what it's worth.