Hank mutters something incomprehensible even to an android at him, just some bitchy generic grumbling.

"Baseball bat, huh? Alright. Yeah. I can do that." He positions both his hands like on a bat. "So I'm guessing overhand and not to the side? Fuck it. Get behind me."

He'll do sideways first, so he knows Connor's not in the way. The words oddly familiar, considering the times he's said them to keep his partner out of harm's way.