[Hank heaves a sigh, sitting back on one hand and rubbing the other against his head. Is he one of those, who can't ignore trouble, no matter what it is? He would have been, once. If he still is, though, he is clearly not happy about it.]

Robots. Of course robots. At least you got that shit over with before I got here.

How does that work, anyway? You put a whole bunch of walking circuit boards in one place and you don't plan for like, electrical disasters and shit? That's kind of fuckin dumb. They wanted help, they shoulda planned their city better.

[He says it distractedly, rubbing again at his temple. His head's starting to pound and yeah, doesn't take a genius to figure out why, but that doesn't mean he likes it.]