Hank's in the middle of what might be the banalest conversation he's ever entered with someone being accused of double parking. He's in full uniform, hair up in the half-assed topknot thing, looking at the alien version of an average soccer mom complain that she needed those extra ten minutes for her grubs.
His eyes slide from her, arms full of grub that's about the size of a human three-year-old, to the backseat where there are four other similar grubs.
"Ma'am. It's ten fucking minutes. I know what kids can be like but-"
When he sees said woman look away from him, be alarmed, he looks as well. And that woman? Does not look well. He looks to the woman, points a finger, "You get a warning," and he jogs off to do that. He knows there's probably an iteration presence. He'd really like to avoid anyone else getting tranqued the moment they show up.
"Hey!" He holds up his hands palms out and a little ahead of him as he walks towards her. Someone attempts to reach for her and that goes... weird. Okay. That's not right. She just flailed though, she didn't actively harm them. "Are you new?" He asks first.
Arrival
His eyes slide from her, arms full of grub that's about the size of a human three-year-old, to the backseat where there are four other similar grubs.
"Ma'am. It's ten fucking minutes. I know what kids can be like but-"
When he sees said woman look away from him, be alarmed, he looks as well. And that woman? Does not look well. He looks to the woman, points a finger, "You get a warning," and he jogs off to do that. He knows there's probably an iteration presence. He'd really like to avoid anyone else getting tranqued the moment they show up.
"Hey!" He holds up his hands palms out and a little ahead of him as he walks towards her. Someone attempts to reach for her and that goes... weird. Okay. That's not right. She just flailed though, she didn't actively harm them. "Are you new?" He asks first.