Harvey Dent. No bells ringing, which meant that this guy had no bells to ring. A nobody, as it were, so Hammer sadly had to throw out all notions of political intrigue and brainwashing going on. Darn, and he was sort of hoping that it was somewhat true. It would have been a little more entertaining, at least.

Now, Mr. Dent here admitted he was crazy, so Hammer tried not to take his question too seriously. What kind of... seriously, really? Despite Hammer's efforts, the question did indeed get under his skin and maybe a few layers of connective tissue. Hammer blinked, reached up and frowned when his fingers met empty air and instead tried to save the gesture of trying to adjust his glasses by just letting his palm rest on his forehead. Really?

"... Hammer Industries? Contract with the Pentagon? ... Come on, you pay attention to national news at the very least, right? You know, I presented at the Stark Expo?" It sort of frustrated Hammer when he realized he couldn't mention his company without mentioning Stark's own company in some way, shape or form, and that irritated him more than anything else. Damnit, this guy wasn't supposed to be screwing with him too!

Of course, Hammer left out what actually happened at said Expo, in the case that they didn't let bad patients watch television here or something. Actually, that would be sort of nice, maybe this guy was a blank slate that Hammer could color in or something, so he'll buy Hammer products if he ever got out. Yeaaah. Hammer thought himself awesome sometimes.