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She knows this one. He’s not one of them. But she’s not doing anything wrong, so maybe he won’t notice her. Without the LED, she looks unassuming. 

Curiosity brought her to Michigan, but Willow is thinking this is a pretty fucking stupid idea on her part right about now. It’s strange and humid here-- her systems aren’t used to it, and now she fears she is about to be disassembled on the spot by the Deviant Hunter himself. 

Just act normal. He can’t do anything. 

The android leans against her van, and retrieves a pack of cigarettes. A bit of a decoy to fool people into thinking she’s a human-- lest she be pestered with questions. Sometimes perverts recognize her model, and she simply does not want to deal with it. She’s avoiding a little more than a conversation right now, however. 

The unmistakable feeling of a rifle pressing against the center of his back causes Connor’s footfall to cease. He had been aware of being followed- but had not quite calculated the sudden ambush- usually, people following you don’t like to be discovered. His head turns just enough to see a woman; tall, slender, attractive. The headpiece interrupts any attempts he might hope to make at finding out who she is- but he wouldn’t put it past a deviant to do that intentionally.

In other words, he has no information, no upper hand, and no choice.

“Are you always this much of a jerk?”

Every so often, an inquisitive force overtakes Widow, and she feels inclined to investigate something that interests her. She’s never seen an omnic look so humanoid-- in face she nearly dismissed him as a cyborg. The way he appeared on her HUD, however, led her to this current situation. 

His realism made her feel paranoid, somehow.