Babbling. What an excellent start. Connor's eyes stay fixed and dispassionate, taking in details. His lip twitches, though: a sneer aborted before it can complete. He's scanned the project board, as well as the pitiful collection of archaic tools. Having his objectives delayed for a full week has been... infuriating. But Connor is neither so desperate nor so delusional as to think this human could make anything to fix that.

"Information, for now," he replies, voice cool. "How long have you been here?"