[Hank's been switching out his various disguises. Today he is dressed to match Connor, in the era of hipster shit from his era. A trilby, despite knowing how shameful they became (he can hide his hair in it if he fixes it up), a scarf, a secondhand blazer, all things he'll be dumping in a donation box after they leave.]

[Yeah, he knows he looks like he's a beat from saying 'Mlady to someone. He'll return to his classic hipster sensibilities once this is done.]

[So far, the guy has Maggie's approval. She's not being especially wary of him, at least.]

Malakye? [Hank asks out loud, before getting back to the traditional greeting that fucking normal ass people are supposed to do.]

Yeah, uh. Sorry. We got distracted with the tiny twat. I should have asked around some more. I did take notes about what you guys said to everyone.