[After a second or two Sumo does stand, slowly, looks up at Firo, then actually takes a couple steps forward... before stopping to chew at himself. Hank realizes he's smiling, soft and fond.]

Nah, us old guys don't let anyone push us around. Right, Sumo?

Look, you have to sweet talk him. I'll-

[Hank pushes off the doorframe, takes a couple steps into the kitchen, and he'd been working on that leak into the bedrooms so, fuck, the smell is strong-]

Nope.

[He turns right back around. There's a bathroom right outside the mess hall; Hank goes straight to it. Not that he needs to, it's just dry heaving at this point, and it doesn't last long. He leans back, clears his throat, swallows, and hears the heavy pad of a very familiar set of paws behind him. He swallows again, tries to laugh a little.]

Well. Looks like that did it. Now we're set to go, I guess.