Squall does a pretty good job of looking like he has absolutely no clue how to play a game of pool as he listens... And he can't help it when he just slams the cue against the table at the last bombshell. He reaches to touch the back of his head, scowls and turns away from the table and Hank, unintentionally looking like a sore loser.

He folds his arms, teeth grit. What the hell? How is this place worse and worse the more he learns about it? It's not that he's not used to something in his head leeching his memories but this is something else.

"So the people you said were killed and came back... They're all clones?" He's pushing back his anger, half turned back to Hank now. "How do we know who's a clone? Or that we're not already one?"