[Hank realizes, stupidly, that this is going to result in them right next to each other. It shouldn't surprise him, being that slow, it's not like he didn't already know his brain's not running on all cylinders. He wonders if hyena monsters can smell fucked up brain chemistry, or if he's just going to smell like a gross sweaty asshole - or if Barabas is going to think Hank's just that scared of him. It's not that he's not freaky as shit right now but Hank doesn't like that option, he'd rather just come off gross and sweaty, but without giving an explanation that Hank's honestly not sure he could even force out, he'll just have to buckle down and deal with whatever impression Barabas ends up getting about him. It's not like any of Hank's options there are actually good.]

This one, uh, it's a pain in the ass doing this without any tools but I think I can tie those together, if that's not shooting goo at me the whole time.

Uh- [He glances at Barabas, then looks back at his hands. They haven't been still all day and Hank needs to make conversation, distract himself.] -Did you get any of those doors down yet? Find anything interesting?