[Hank tilts forward when Connor jerks away from him and, for once today, catches himself, taking a step nearer to Connor to do it and bracing a forearm on the wall. He squints at Connor, his eyes darting over to the little light on the side of his head.]

What was what?

[He frowns, looking and sounding baffled, because he honestly is. He reaches out again, aiming toward Connor's LED, wanting to brush his fingers against it.]

I didn't see anything, Connor. I was about to get mad at you, but that's it, nothing happened. Just us here. You're not seeing weird shit too, are you? [And if he actually sounds worried, well, yeah. He - this whole place - has a good reason to worry, if Connor's mind is starting to fuck with him as bad as Hank's is.] Cause that's all this place needs, a rogue android.