Connor spent the time in the car thinking about how to improve his relationship with his new partner. It was difficult to predict what would make him angry and what wouldn't. His anti-android sentiments weren't making things any easier, either.
Lieutenant Anderson parked along the side of the road across from a food truck. It was a strange place for the truck to be set up. There was no grass or benches around, and not a lot of foot traffic. The rain was tainted with the exhaust from the highway over their heads, and the sky was mostly blocked by buildings on both sides. Most likely, the customers the truck owner saw were not people who happened upon the place by accident.
Connor crossed the street and stood under the awning with Anderson. While the detective expressed his usual annoyance at Connor, he did so with less conviction than normal. Connor wondered if he was simply getting used to Connor's presence or if there was another reason. Either way, it confirmed that now was most likely a good time to try and build their relationship further.
"I'm sorry for my behavior back at the police station. I didn't mean to be unpleasant."
This seemed to be the safest way to start a conversation at this point. Lieutenant Anderson responded in a way that for most people might be considered negative, but Connor had the impression that was just another difference between Anderson and other humans. Connor was starting to understand this particular nuance in the Lieutenant's personality. He decided that he would log that as a successful interaction.
Hank got his hamburger and headed to the table.
"Don't leave that thing here!"
Connor smiled at the owner, causing the man to pause slightly before getting back to work. Hank had already started eating the hamburger at one of the provided tables when Connor joined. He wasn't designed to eat or get hungry, but he did wonder why the sensation made the Lieutenant look so pleased.
"What are you looking at?" Anderson asked between a mouthful of meat and cheese.
"I... Your meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories and twice the cholesterol level."
It would be unwise to ask about the taste. Food was low on his list of inquiries to be made, and it might make the Lieutenant upset. Hank disregarded the advice anyway, but at least he wasn't upset. Connor tried to get more information on why he was so against androids, but that failed to produce any results. He decided not to push any further and moved on to talk about deviants.
"You ever dealt with deviants before?"
Connor paused. His memory flashed with the screams of the little girl as he crouched over her, protecting her from the shots of the falling deviant. It had been an unpleasant experience, but he had managed to save her. His mission had been successful.
"Hey." Hank snapped his fingers in front of Connor's face. "You glitch or some shit?"
"Sorry... I have dealt with deviants once before. A few months back... A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl... I managed to save her..."
"So, I guess you've done all your homework, right? Know everything there is to know about me?"
Connor had. He was impressed by what he had found, too. At least, up until recently. He wasn't sure exactly what had changed, but the change had been for the worst. Still, he could see the Lieutenant had the potential for success and the track record to prove it, if they could simply learn to work together.
Suddenly it was back to business. A report had come in, and Connor had a feeling he should leave the conversation where it was. He believed it had been a successful interaction, and logged it as such for future reference. He headed back to the car and waited for the Lieutenant.
