[Hank nods but he's distracted yet again, now - he wonders if that's a detox thing, his attention jumping around like this, or if that's just what happens to you when you can't really do a great job at making yourself do little things like eat, or sleep. Or maybe hearing a big fucking predator make a noise like that right in front of you is just really fuckin distracting, but it's hard to tell what's a reasonable reaction to shit like that, these days.]

That uh, noise you just made. That wasn't, uh- What was that? I didn't, uh- [Hank does want to ask if he pissed Barabas off. Just to be sure. Hank doesn't want to look like a jumpy moron. He tries to find a compromise.] I didn't piss you off, I'm pretty sure, so, uh-

[So, uh. There's an eloquent question.]