“What… Wait… Nautilus? I .. thought that was the name of this city? Or .. wait..” He wasn’t drunk enough for this shit.

Hank found the nearest seat and just heaped over onto it. He pulled in a breath and shook his head. “Connor… what is going on here? I … I don’t get it.” The idea that someone has the power to pluck him out of thin air and dunk him in some fucked up river called De Nile?. Well, if that isn’t some shit.