[The Pokegear turns on, propped against something on a table. Hank has some papers out, and one seems to be the designated 'whiskey glass' paper because that's where he intends all the stains to live. Otherwise it's more 'Lost Pokemon' print-outs.]

Hey, Krieg. You got some whiskey and some time? Get back to me soon. I promised Connor I wouldn't drink alone, and I think network shit counts.