"Holy shit." There's a sense of wonder creeping into his voice. He's never wanted Hank to be an android - Hank is Hank and anything else is irrelevant - but this, being able to interface on such a deep level he can feel Hank's very bones - strange and a little distorted, the data not quite complete - that Hank can feel Connor's android senses extending out from them... It's beyond anything he could have imagined.

Then he tries something else, something he doesn't really expect to work but - he activates his mind palace, ramps up his processing speed so that time seems to slow to a stop. He has full awareness of the room, a monochromatic graphical interface laid over it, sensors picking brighter trails of their footprints, an even brighter sense of the bug on the table between them. The vague notion of a task list dancing on the edge of his vision that even Connor rarely pays attention to anymore. Their bodies can't move fast enough to keep up with this, only Connor's mind, and maybe, just maybe--

Hank?

--maybe Hank can see this, one of the most advanced things his mind is capable of. Maybe the most personal thing Connor can show him.