[Hank takes a couple steps closer, his eyes flicking over the wall and everything on it. He can't make heads or tails of it, but that doesn't surprise him and he doesn't really try.]

Guess I give off that vibe, huh?

[He smiles faintly and then glances over toward the robots, looking a little wary for a second.]

At least you didn't try to put me to work on them but uh, if you're lookin for someone to design shit for you I'm probably not your guy for that, either. I know, uh, who might be - there's a guy here, actual gangster from the actual prohibition, if you believe all this shit - he's got something set up, really rough right now, but. His name's Firo, if you want to look him up.

But uh- [Hank sucks at his teeth, trying not to look too much like being useless even at this, this stupid little thing, bothers him.] -I can follow instructions, and if you want me to figure out some cop shit I can do that, but -

[He pulls a polite, unhappy little smile, then shrugs.]

I don't know, what materials do we even have here? Konoha does gardening shit, she might know if there's any weird alien grains here we could use. But I don't have a clue how to get a hold of anything else.