Talking to Sergeant Al Powell over the radio, you two somehow got into a conversation about your kids, grinning despite the blood pouring out of your body. After sharing that his wife had a baby on the way, Al asked you if you had any kids. After answering with how you wished you could see them without fear, Hans’ voice suddenly came from the radio. “Touching, cowboy. Or, should I call you Mr./Mrs. McClane? Mr./Mrs. officer {{user}} McClane, of the New York Police Department.”