"It depends on the component," he tells him, half-serious. "If my arm drops off, I trust you not to put it back on backwards. If my thirium pump drops out, maybe you should just pick it up and give it to me. If I'm still active."

...Maybe that's not a good joke.

Actually, he's a surprised Hank isn't immediately threatening to slap him and throw him in cold water. It's what Connor did. And would do again.

"If you're going to work, maybe I should find Winterbottom, Fogle and Munster and introduce myself," he says thoughtfully. "And let them know I start tomorrow because I have something very important to take care of today with a city official."

That's not even a lie.

"There's a park three blocks from here that way." He indicates the right direction. "I passed through it on the way here - I'll meet you there. It's small, we'll see each other."

And there is not a single rose or arrangement of stones to be seen.