Connor's gaze goes a little distant, although to anybody watching, he's just completely taken by Hank. And maybe that's a little true. Mostly, though, he's processing, taking thoughts from Hank and passing them back almost as quickly.

It's true, the guys in the department, none of the ones he's talked to, remember a thing about that night. They all swear nothing happened, they recount normal nights at home or on patrol or whatever they were supposed to be doing. Normal. Connor hadn't been able to make any sense of it, but... The whole police department? All of them? Doubles?

His gaze narrows in on Hank's properly now, frowning. It's not inconceivable that they started with the police - authority figures - but if they have the whole department, they must have more. There's no way of telling just how many. The only people they know for absolutely certain aren't doubles are the ones whose doubles they've already killed.

...Or simply all the people whose clones aren't completed yet. The ones in the dormitories, the ones only staying for one year.

Do you think one year is about the time it would take them to finish one of those clones?

He's not sure if he's asking too much, but, realising they might stick out a little if they aren't seen to be talking to each other at all, he says out loud at the same time, "I could talk to some of the team on the case about Red Ice - the chemical side." Hank knows everything else probably better than Connor.

"And maybe I could get permission to take the thirium once the case is done. Just in case."