I’m just Hank. [He raises both hands, palms out.] Didn’t do any kidnapping. I woke up here too, same as you — although luckily I wasn’t in a trunk, I guess. Whoever set this place up has got a weird sense of humor.

[Hank averts his gaze, because while he’s far from a gentleman, he still has some manners. Like “don’t stare at a girl when her clothes are falling off” — that sort of thing.]

There’s a weird guy with clothes running around.

[“Weird” has become Hank’s default when describing this place.]

Got whole racks of ‘em. I could, uh — [eyes darting back, slipping over the woman’s shoulder] — go flag him down. If you’re okay.

[Is she okay? Hank has no idea. Are any of them really okay here?]