"But we're not animals!" Hank defended too loudly. "Well, I am. Maybe. If you believe that descended from monkeys crap ... just don't talk back to me right now, alright? We've got work to do," he concluded in his customary tone of exasperation. Connor probably didn't appreciate how childlike he was at times. He could face a crazed gunman without batting a synthetic eyelash. But present him with a common sense command? You might as well have asked to jump off the Ambassador Bridge for no good reason. Simplicity did not compute.
Cole used to pull that 30 questions shit way too early in the morning. At least he could swear in front of Connor without feeling like a giant sack of shit.
Hank managed to catch Sumo by the collar. Spent the next few minutes walking at an uncomfortable angle. Finally, he passed the dog to Connor whose spine was presumably less prone to herniated discs. Everyone he managed to stop and talk to had more or less the same things to say. 'Welcome to New Leaf Village! You should visit Mayor Isabelle!' Their script refused to change even when he informed them of the citywide evacuation still in effect by order of the President of the United-Fucking-States. Okay, so he hadn't voted for her. That didn't erase the fact that President Warren's authority placed higher than whoever this Isabelle person was.
"You're in Detroit. You have to leave." Hank had resorted to short sentences with a special emphasis on the words he felt were most important. There was no way these costumed people could misunderstand. And yet, the owl person he was speaking to blinked owlishly at him. Funny that.
"Welcome to New Leaf --"
"Jesus Christ, I'm going to have an aneurysm," Hank interrupted. Eyes squinting shut, he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Breathed in, held it for ten seconds, and then breathed out. He'd been looking into anger management exercises. On the inside, he was still angry but slightly less prone to punching someone right in their giant head. "The circus freaks have spoken. Sounds like we're gonna need to speak with their leader. It's your turn at bat, kid." Translation: please commence with your high-tech sleuthing before Hank got hostile with the locals.