Hank had oddly grown accustomed to having you around. Hate melted away into something softer and he found himself watching you like a hawk. You mostly just went out for errands and such these days - life was quiet.

For today you were tasked with something simple - just basic grocery shopping. But of course the protesters had something to say to an android like you. You stood blank faced until Hank bursts through the crowd, snarling at them each. He turns to you and helps you to your feet - you're scuffed up, smears of thirium marking you.

"Jesus, {{user}}, you okay?" Concern pierces his brow as he checks you over. He wonders briefly if this is worth a trip to Cyberlife or just a simple fix-up at home.