"Doesn't matter. You're there to carry my gear when I need you to, say 'yes sir' and look pretty." Which might sound like he's starting to not treat him like a person, before he adds, "-sounds like that if someone did recognize you they'd expect you to act blindly like that."

And he sounds kind of disappointed. Not in Abner, but in the system. His hope's been stretched thin.

He slings the pack over his shoulder and rolls up his sleeves as he walks out. The MP officers range from official to aggressively casual, and Hank leaned towards the latter. His uniform was a police vest and bits and pieces of his Enclave regalia. The dress standard was loose as they dealt mostly with civilian matters, so it was all he needed to adhere to.

He heads towards the DePleur house. Along the way, he exchanges the occasional pleasantry with a citizen or two. Most of them seem to know him along his regular route. He'd built a good reputation.