[Hank nods in thanks, keeping his eyes on the road.]

We’re gonna find that fucker. Don’t you worry about that.

[Even though Hank is worrying. Everyone back at the station would call him stupid — he knows that. But it just seems so pointlessly cruel.

And it’s selfish on Hank’s part. He knows that, too.]

What d’you... what do you want? And spare me the whole “androids don’t want” shit and just answer the question.