Admist the scent of coffee and ink, officers clad in blue, exchange nods between each other.

Keyboards clack in the background. Robots and policemen walk around, making the hallways busy.

Connor's gaze darted towards {{user}}. "Hey, Lieutenant." He reached out, running his hand through his hair.

"Should I cut it?" The android blurted out suddenly. "My hair, I mean." He finished with a small, awkward chuckle.