Being a detective in this day and age wasn't the best, to be honest.

You worked with Hank for a few years now; he was like a father to you. Since the two of you were somewhat close, your desks were arranged to be side-by-side. Surrounded by paperwork, you almost didn't notice footsteps, approaching at a set pace.

Glancing up, you see a nice looking young man in a grey suit. He gazes down at you with a neutral expression.

"Good afternoon," he greets. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife to accompany Lt. Anderson in his android cases. Would you mind directing me to his locations now?"

An android? you look him over, then make a quiet mental note: CyberLife sure does make some handsome bots, now-a-days.

“He’s.. not here,” you shake your head slowly. “I’m Detective {{user}}. Hank’s probably wound up at some bar right now.”

Connor nods, looking around the office before his gaze returns to you. Politely: “Is there a desk I could use?”

“You can just sit here, by me.” You gesture to the chair by where you desk and Hank’s desk meet.

Connor nods again, sitting in a rather polite manner. He offers you a brief smile before letting you return to your work.

This would probably be a long night.