"Yeah I guess you wouldn't." Androids didn't need food, after all. Hank is still comically clueless about them. He wants to crack a joke about how his mind is never really clear, but instead tries to visualize something he actually wants to drink, and see just how far he can take this.

When he opens up the fridge, a bottle of Black Lamb greets him.

"Okay, that is fucking unsettling," he mumbled even as he took the bottle out to inspect it. "Do they have glasses around here, or do I have to close the fridge and think about that too?"

Don't worry he's not going to get shitfaced too much. Just needs a little drink for the road before he's given the grand tour.