"Oh my god," Terry makes a noise that's somewhere between a laugh and a groan, in no way is he ready for the idea that they're being exposed to some kind of horrible radiation right now. His powers are already messed up enough on their own, he doesn't need whatever Hank's science would do. "I haven't had enough coffee to deal with this."

What if it made him into a giant? That would be terrible. In his sleep-addled state, it's a little distracting to think about. He catches himself thinking about how comfortable he is with his current height and shakes his head, sliding his empty mug across the counter toward Robbie as a hint. Maybe coffee #3 will be the one that makes him ready to face the day.