Hank hadn't even considered the uh... synthetic... synthetic? Is that what he needs to call them now? Fine, whatever, that guy's intact nature. But he assumes that means that they weren't actually slaves. He shrugs and turns to Connor, finishing with spread hands.

"I need a sandwich."

At least the two more polite ones didn't get tased and no one got hurt. So while it was a thankless job, it was mostly successful.