What, like it matters? If I can't dream logic my way back to Sumo I'll just call Sara to come get me. You don't gotta stick around, okay, I'm not outside anymore, I'm out of the way, and you said yourself you got your own shit to take care of, so...

[Hank flaps a hand in Connor's direction, pursing his lips and blowing a dismissive burst of air at him.]

You've done it, you're free from whatever stupid obligation you think you've got, you can go uh... tighten your screws, or whatever it is you guys do.