"Don't bother," Hank replies, standing at the same time that a notification appears on his computer's display to notify him of exactly what Connor just had, courtesy of the android working there. He doesn't have long to wonder why the guy's name sounds familiar, when he looks toward the gate keeping the lobby separate from the bullpen to the man just passing through it with the kind of pinch-faced displeasure that comes with people that have a history with the police.

Just what kind becomes increasingly obvious to him the longer he looks at Todd: from the blotchy complexion to the bloodshot eyes to the halting speech and rasp of his voice, Hank can see an addict from across the room. Moving to narcotics to homicide hadn't gotten him away from people like Todd; the drug trade and murder just tended to go hand in hand.

With Connor momentarily out of the way, Hank moves to watch the man go to take a seat and give his report: his nanny, an AX400, had done a damn good job of busting up his house, assaulting him, and kidnapping his daughter. It feels...weird. Wrong. Hank knows when not ignore weird, wrong feelings.

He waits until he sees Connor, and stares at the android. How to tell Connor with his eyes that he wants his hunch confirmed...