His stare searches her features for the slightest sign of hesitation. The smallest blink or pause. If she were another android, this is when he'd reach to take her wrist: forcing a connection, scouring every fragment of memory for even the smallest of clues. But she isn't. There's nothing to search. No leads—not even doubt—to press for. Connor's mouth flattens, LED spinning a sharp and irritated flash of yellow.
Another day wasted.
Her own analysis is... something. A healed injury, but no other signs of time. Biological stasis? Regenerated tissue? All secondary to the transport question, but it's information on their captors' capabilities. Maybe. His words are still short and irritated as he turns away, walking back toward the server room.
no subject
His stare searches her features for the slightest sign of hesitation. The smallest blink or pause. If she were another android, this is when he'd reach to take her wrist: forcing a connection, scouring every fragment of memory for even the smallest of clues. But she isn't. There's nothing to search. No leads—not even doubt—to press for. Connor's mouth flattens, LED spinning a sharp and irritated flash of yellow.
Another day wasted.
Her own analysis is... something. A healed injury, but no other signs of time. Biological stasis? Regenerated tissue? All secondary to the transport question, but it's information on their captors' capabilities. Maybe. His words are still short and irritated as he turns away, walking back toward the server room.
"It isn't."