Hank's already gone through the whole process of integrating himself into his work. He's back on beat patrol, but as usual, Hank's not satisfied with just that. Which is a vast improvement from his emotional complacency that Connor saw reach its eventual breaking point. Where he'd gone from refusing to go to crime scenes to demanding to Fowler that they need more time and that they were almost there.

It's all that growth that, when he overhears what job is recommended, he immediately is ready to snipe the damn program.

"What the fuck are they thinking? Fuckin' at least make you a fuckin' secretary or somethin'. Fuck this thing."

He doesn't buy it. Connor deserves better. To Hank he was very much a cop, and while he would like Connor the chance to choose his job he'd also like him to have a job that wasn't fuckin' slapping more robots into workable servitude. Jesus Christ.

"You gonna let it pick that for ya?"