[ Hank's immediate response is about as useless to be expected, and what Connor voices isn't anything he can respond to either when the guy switches over languages. He doesn't bother to disrupt, sitting back in the chair, letting the small exchange happen until he can understand anything.

But there's something...about it. Tidus watches Connor speaking to Hank, his brow dipping quizzically. Watching Connor already when he turns back to him, the stilted change in his language from just a moment before. ]

No no, that's not it. I asked about something personal after I got here. Then I was asking about the same thing on the network. [ Being subtle about it now probably doesn't matter, but whatever, right? He's answering the most important part. ]

That's what I mean, right? It's being petty, like you were saying. [ A pause, and though there's more he wants to say, Tidus glances over to Hank, pointing a finger to the ground before himself over to the older guy's direction. ]

...were you sayin' that to Hank, or me?

[ Because Connor was definitely looking at Hank when he said it, and despite the hope of what he thinks just happened, he's not going to get excited. Yet. ]