"So I need... three? Onions. Alright, onions." Hank runs his little cat over for onions. This time, all of once, he uses the sprint correctly. Slowly but surely he's trying it.

"It's a surveillance state so it's difficult to take hostages. Also it's one single city. There's nowhere to go- at least, nowhere that I know of to go."

Something that he should find out. That they both should find out. Surely there's something outside of the city's boundaries.

"Most cases require some sort of negotiation or interrogation. Pretty sure your skills could be put to use there."

And then apologetically, sadly, he adds- "It wasn't your fault, you know. You couldn't do anything else back then." Because he remembers how keenly Connor had held onto that when the first spoke at lunch, a real conversation between the two of them.