He'll explain later if Abner asks, though it'll be in a very Hanklike way, in that he's encountered murder cases before and had to learn the idea sans any particular technical terms.
"Sounds like you have history," Hank says as Miller gestures at two wooden chairs they can pull up. Hank grabs both of them and moves the one for Abner to sit in so he doesn't awkwardly look like he's guarding the door. Though he knows the people here have seen Abner, and probably know his behavior as... whatever that thing he describes is? Anyway, Miller just looks exasperated.
"Van Cleef is good at what he does. Very good." Miller explains. "We have a strong difference of opinion in how things should be done, but we've worked together for a decade now. His beliefs serve the Mayor and I believe him finding a station here-" for however long the man remains "-will benefit us both."
"What is it exactly that you do?"
"We're highly experienced mercenaries. We come in, we train soldiers. Raise their credentials and expand their skillsets. Accept our payment, and leave. Even the Enclave can use the help when the officers are good enough."
"And Van Cleef and you both... are?" Hank tips his head.
Miller looks at the mechanical hand (turning it shows enough of the heavy wrist joint to indicate there's probably more of that arm unseen under the sleeve). "We make due, when the situation calls for it. I'm assuming you're here about DePleur's murder? ...I promise you if it was Van Cleef, neither of us would ever find out and he'd be smug about it for the rest of his life. He's infuriating that way. So I hope for the sake of your sanity, it's someone else."
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"Sounds like you have history," Hank says as Miller gestures at two wooden chairs they can pull up. Hank grabs both of them and moves the one for Abner to sit in so he doesn't awkwardly look like he's guarding the door. Though he knows the people here have seen Abner, and probably know his behavior as... whatever that thing he describes is? Anyway, Miller just looks exasperated.
"Van Cleef is good at what he does. Very good." Miller explains. "We have a strong difference of opinion in how things should be done, but we've worked together for a decade now. His beliefs serve the Mayor and I believe him finding a station here-" for however long the man remains "-will benefit us both."
"What is it exactly that you do?"
"We're highly experienced mercenaries. We come in, we train soldiers. Raise their credentials and expand their skillsets. Accept our payment, and leave. Even the Enclave can use the help when the officers are good enough."
"And Van Cleef and you both... are?" Hank tips his head.
Miller looks at the mechanical hand (turning it shows enough of the heavy wrist joint to indicate there's probably more of that arm unseen under the sleeve). "We make due, when the situation calls for it. I'm assuming you're here about DePleur's murder? ...I promise you if it was Van Cleef, neither of us would ever find out and he'd be smug about it for the rest of his life. He's infuriating that way. So I hope for the sake of your sanity, it's someone else."