"So he was sort of a spare kept around in case you died. Fuck." Hank wasn't sure if he could hate CyberLife anymore than he did, but somehow he was able to manage.

"Bored..." he repeats, looking at him like he wasn't sure he believed it. Then again, if he didn't sleep Hank wasn't sure what he'd do with full 24 hour days. He looks around the kitchen like everything was around to get at him.

"So...how the hell does that even work?"