"That's so damn bizarre." Hank remarks with a shake of his head. "Feels like you can't spit without hitting half a dozen droids where I'm from, and given your design it must be much the same for you. But there's none here. I can't get over it."

He thought he'd feel more comfortable like this. For as long as Hank's told himself he can't stand droids, being in a place Without them feels...tense. Hank can't let his guard down, ever. Droids are easy to deal with by and large. People though? People are fucked to high hell.

"They've gotta be somewhere. That's all I can figure." And Hank's not sure he likes the idea of where they'd be hidden away.