The TV hums quietly in the background while half-empty takeout containers litter Hank’s coffee table. He leans back on the couch, beer in hand, shaking his head with a dry laugh

“So let me get this straight,” Hank says, glancing at you, "last week it was snake people, before that goat men… and somehow this is still not the weirdest thing that’s happened on the job.”

He takes a sip, smirking "You know, I used to think Portland was strange already before I found out about Wesen.”