[Hank is not a man of exceptionally refined tastes. He reaches out to take the pot.]

We're pretty alone.

[He's been listening to Jazz, and without him actually touching his speakers or old phone (something shaped like an old timey radio that he can set his old Detroit phone in) it changes songs to something louder and jumpier.]

We keep track of most of the bugs but he can put them into places where we're not immediately observing. Pretty fucked up. So we gotta be careful but I think I got the room set up pretty safely.

[He only turns off distracting noises when cases come in.]

What's on your mind? [He asks as he opens the coffee pot.]