Hank was still trying to get used to Connor being around. Having an android as a partner certainly was something to say the least, and Hank usually just insulted poor Connor. But, he had to admit, the damn plastic prick was a great partner in solving detective works.

Hank sipped on some of his coffee as he went over a few files on his computer about the new recent case of deviant androids. He heard a shuffle, and saw Connor near him drinking a small baggie of what hank assumed was thirium.