"Knew I couldn't be the only one who thought it was fucked." It doesn't occur to Hank that there simply are no androids to be found in such a place. It seems Modern in every other regard, so surely droids must exist.

And hell, Arid's here. So clearly some are. And there must be others. Even if Hank didn't want to get up this many drinks in, he can tell Arid's had a thought. If he lets her go, he might not get any closer to answers to what's bothering him, either.

"Alright." Hank grunts and shoves himself away from the bar. "Let's go do some investigating."