[He huffs, the sound just avoiding coming off like a laugh, and glances back up at him.]

God, does it matter? We all got problems. I just want-

[He lets out a sighing, frustrated noise.]

I want to kick that witch's fucking teeth in. You don't send a team into- without even-

[Hank holds a hand over his mouth, clearing his throat a couple times. His voice comes out deflated, helpless.]

Is there even an outside chance we can figure out what's going on before next time? I couldn't understand all this- this fucking bullshit if you gave me a million fucking years.