[Hank stares at the - the hand - on his shoulder for a moment, takes a couple quick, shaking breaths, and then most of his weight goes in the direction his body'd been leaning because he's looking at the ground and trying to be sick. Trying, mind you. The only thing that comes out is a string of bile and he shudders, making a noise that's equal parts deep discomfort and disgust.]

This sucks. Fuck. Haven't been this sick since, since after... It was that case, that big red ice bust and then, you know, you're lucky if they wait four hours to start crying again, and my body just fuckin...

[He ends the sentence with a breathy, kind of farting noise instead of actual words, sounding like a balloon trying to deflate, then looks up and around, squinting and blinking like he's trying to focus.]

I'm not supposed to be outside. Sara's gonna be so fuckin pissed, she already had to do the whole, uh... [He puts a hand in front of his stomach and then pulls it outward like it's bigger than it actually is, miming the concept instead of saying it.] ...pretty much by herself, now I'm wandering outside and comin home with a fuckin android...

[This time Hank is the one trying to pull Connor along, in whatever direction his feet happen to be pointing. They're not very steady, those feet, but they're moving. Somewhere.]