Hank doesn't want to be here. Most people in their right minds don't want to be here. But his supervisors actually encouraged it; honestly, he wonders if these introductory conversations are just a good way for the Head to get relevant, helpful information out of them.

But he didn't expect himself to be sat across from an escapee from a late nineties early naughts industrial rock video. Honestly, this guy's whole aesthetic is shit he'd watch on MTV as a teenager. You know, back when MTV was still somewhat watchable.

"They're just generic conversation starters. I don't think it matters."

He should probably have more of a reaction to glowing red eyes but he's written parking tickets to two people with red eyes and four with glowing eyes just this week.