for @nxtamonster
“Uh-” Hank looks over the android- the guy again, another uneasy little glance. He knows he’s been doing that a lot, but he can’t help it. The obvious plastic, the whatever else it is androids are made of, Hank might not know what all those materials even are but it’s hard not to look at them. Hank’s look moves up from the guy’s neck and jaw to his eyes, where he should have been looking in the first place, then he looks down to his desk. He watches his finger tap uselessly against his pad.
“So,” he says, wondering if the whole no-skin thing is an injury, like the android- Isaac, like Isaac actually can’t slide something more human over all that plastic, or if it’s a political statement - like, some kind of pointed refusal to look like a person. Is it rude if he asks something about it? Insensitive, or some shit?
Fuck it. The wheels are already turning on the case, until that other asshole’s brought in there’s not much to do here but babysit Isaac and catch up on his paperwork, so he might as well go ahead and piss the guy off. Which isn’t what he wants to do, but he won’t be shocked if it happens. What the hell. “That, uh- with your face. The whole plastic thing.”
Cool start. Way to go. Hank can’t help but think he’d be handling this better if the guy sitting next to him was a human - scars, at least, Hank knows how to talk about.
“Does that, uh- hurt, or something? Cause I could call one of our tech guys up here and take a look if it’s, uh. Not supposed to be that way.”
