[Connor are you legitimately trying to give him a heart attack? Maybe by this time he had gotten to expect the unexpected with the android, so thankfully by that time Hank had already gotten into his underwear. That didn't stop the rage rising from his body into his eyes, a look that would have sent many red ice deals running away in fear.]

Jesus Connor, didn't they program you some goddamn manners?! Get the fuck out of my bathroom!

[He must he the only cop in all of Detroit who gets assaulted in his own house...twice. Grabbing the towel still wet from drying his hair and body, he makes a pretty good throw in Connor's direction and towards the other's face.]

Lemme put on some damn clothes and we'll go! Were you planning on dragging me out of bed if I hadn't been up?!

[He's grumpy, annoyed, hasn't eaten and, worst of all, hasn't had one drop of liquor since last night. He's feeling too sane this morning, he doesn't like it.

But eventually, just a few minutes later, Hank appears, still glaring at Connor the same way as he had before, a towel around his neck.]

What are we dealing with?

[...and yet least it be for Hank to ignore the call of a crime in progress.]