Grab a chair? Get a drink? Connor assumes it's a figure of speech. At least, until the man scoots and moves to offer him... just that. The ring of light at his temple stays blue, but it spins once, brows raising skeptically.

"That isn't necessary."

The information is marginally more useful. He adds a thorough exploration of the town hall to his immediate objectives. Rules out further inquiries about the piping. If the humans here have been too lazy to dig for information in two years, it's unlikely that any prompting now would help. The electricals do interest him, but more...

"I visited the Bunker." There's a frown—not on the android's face, but in his voice. "There was data coming in, but I couldn't identify the source."