Carl looks at the bench, then back at to Hank. Obviously, Carl doesn't have a Gameboy, so he just sits down, hands on his knees, looking around at the room. His eyes are squinting, as though his eyes were not used to the florescence light of the ceiling.

This is only half true. The thing that brought him in this - this world, gave him a little gift, a little modification with his eyes. He can see things further away, and with more clarity. He can see an officer with coffee stains on his uniform, on the other side of the room, flipping through papers, which contain words like 'second indictment' 'aggravated assault' and 'Hornet'.

Carl couldn't help but have a small, grim smile. If only he had these eyes back home. He would have made a safe shot between the Governor's eyes. He looks back at Hank as he does his job, noting Carl can even count the threads on Hank's shirt this far away. He rubs at his eyes, trying to show he's not trying to stare.