Hank Anderson had just begun getting settled into his routine of having the RK800 android in his life and work. But he could have never expected a second android being forced into his care.
"I am model SPUTNIK100 made by the Russian CyberLife branch...
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It was quiet in the car as Hank tapped the wheel, using the sound to help fill the silence that at that moment felt crushingly heavy. He glanced in his rearview mirror to Katya who was still trying to wipe off the blue blood from her face with her sleeve. Poor kid was standing right in front of the android. She just gaped at his limp body before Hank's oddly timed paternal instinct kicked in and he grabbed her arm turning her away, shouting at the officers to clean up their mess and report to Fowler.
Connor was sat motionless. Usually, he would be earnestly looking around at everything, still taking in the passing environment. His stillness didn't go unnoticed by Hank who could practically sense his unease oozing off of him. "I need to eat." Hank sighs out finally breaking the silence. Both Katya and Connor sit up slightly straighter as Hank pulls over to the all too familiar food stand. All Hank wanted right now was to have some peace and quiet, preferably with no rain, maybe even some sunshine that would assist in shaking off the feeling of dread that has accumulated in Hanks' chest ever since the first deviant case. He was beginning to cross into uncharted territory. Sympathizing with deviants? With androids.
They were machines.
Were.
But Hank could not possibly class deviants as machines. They showed more emotion than any human he has ever seen. This ate straight through Hank.
Connor and Katya stood behind Hank in the rain, not bothering to stand under the shelter, having received some glances from the guy in the van. Katya wraps her hands around herself as if only now coming to her sense and walks to one of the standing shelters. Connor follows her and stares at her face. He couldn't help it, he found that there was such a kaleidoscopic display of emotions on her face even if she is programmed not to feel. Sometimes Connor could even believe that he knew what she was thinking about just by a certain expression that crossed across her face. Or maybe it was her eyes. They were cold and intimidation, maybe even evasive in certain situations, but Connor found that the more he looked, the more expressive they became.
"You like to stare." Katya comments turning to him finally, all expression gone, just a blank facade pulled over her like a smokescreen.
"I like to observe." Connor corrects.
"And what have you observed?" Katya asks genuinely curious at what this android has observed and taken from her exterior. Connor's brows furrowed and his LED spun yellow. His observations of her did not fall in line with his observations of crime scenes, or behavior of suspects. He didn't know how to answer that question. Should he reveal to her that he likes her expressions or that he finds her fascinating? For some reason, this felt too personal to reveal, but androids can't have anything personal. But he has observed much about her so which piece of observation is the most appropriate to reveal.
"You are very expressive, I haven't seen that in many androids." Connor finally decides to say this. It's not a lie, he doesn't need to lie, it does not affect his mission, still, somehow this felt significant as if his answer would be important. Her brow raises and the side of her lip quirks up slightly.
