#sgaradh

The last remaining RX100 sits at the table in the interrogation room, optical units trained on the other android. Internally, she logs specific details, like the words on his uniform, the LED on his temple, the same type as hers. As usual, none of her scans produce anything useful, only the same notifications that read ‘UNKNOWN ANDROID’ and ‘NETWORK UNAVAILABLE’. But she doesn't need a functioning scanner to interpret what she sees and hypothesize that they are similarly designed. RX100 doesn't know who by though.

u know he would give great hugs

Kara for Connor

   “ -- Connor? ” Gentle voice is surprised, the android’s eyes locking onto the other as soon as he steps out of the store. She wasn’t expecting him so soon after the events -- after the deviant uprising -- but she shouldn’t be surprised when she was the one that decided to come back to Detroit. Alice had begged to be able to return. Kara never understood why she wanted to come back. There’s still some uncomfortable feeling about Detroit... But right now it all leaves her. Seeing Connor , even after everything they’ve been through, she can’t help the gentle smile. She missed him ; as strange as that was.

“Hello, anxiety. Can you give me a break? ...At least the world’s asleep,” A huff and he’s got a bottle to his lips again. The older man was talking to himself, wholeheartedly not sober and on the verge of falling asleep again. He’d gotten a call from his co-workers a while ago, asking for his assistance with something, but he couldn’t have been bothered to deal with it.

         "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is No!"

     Hana was really moody that morning. Couldn’t sleep well? Spilled her coffee on herself? No matter the reason, detective Dawkins wasn’t her cheery self. She seemed to be sulking, head hanging low as she read some case files and reports, ignoring the whole world around her. She didn’t want to be bothered but she hadn’t meant to sound so harsh when Connor approached her. But what was said had been said.

          RK900′s brow FURROWED. His scan of Connor’s actions returned no results. “Do you mind explaining what you’re doing?”