[He glances over it one more time, hoping there’s a panel he missed, but - nope. Not unless it’s hidden or something. Then he sighs and rubs hard at his temple. There’s a question he wants to ask and he wants to be an asshole about it - making a stranger feel one hundredth as shitty as he does right now would be great, it’d feel amazing. Except it wouldn’t, because he’s not drunk enough to ignore how weird it feels these days to be an asshole about the whole robot thing, at least to the weird fantasy robots you get here in this weird fantasy place, with their feelings and sense of self and their actual lives. He is, in fact , not drunk at all, let alone enough to be a dick without worrying about it.
He sighs. Shit was a whole lot goddamn simpler in Detroit.]
You don’t have, uh. Some kind of tool or anything though? Like, being ‘built for warfare’, that doesn’t mean you have uh- [One hand lets go of the sprinkler to make a completely unhelpful gesture, and Hank realizes he can’t think of a single better way to say what he’s thinking about.] -go go gadget fingers or... I don’t know, something? Cause if you’re gonna stand down there sayin I’m making mistakes you might as well make yourself helpful, you know?
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[He glances over it one more time, hoping there’s a panel he missed, but - nope. Not unless it’s hidden or something. Then he sighs and rubs hard at his temple. There’s a question he wants to ask and he wants to be an asshole about it - making a stranger feel one hundredth as shitty as he does right now would be great, it’d feel amazing. Except it wouldn’t, because he’s not drunk enough to ignore how weird it feels these days to be an asshole about the whole robot thing, at least to the weird fantasy robots you get here in this weird fantasy place, with their feelings and sense of self and their actual lives. He is, in fact , not drunk at all, let alone enough to be a dick without worrying about it.
He sighs. Shit was a whole lot goddamn simpler in Detroit.]
You don’t have, uh. Some kind of tool or anything though? Like, being ‘built for warfare’, that doesn’t mean you have uh- [One hand lets go of the sprinkler to make a completely unhelpful gesture, and Hank realizes he can’t think of a single better way to say what he’s thinking about.] -go go gadget fingers or... I don’t know, something? Cause if you’re gonna stand down there sayin I’m making mistakes you might as well make yourself helpful, you know?