"Careful." Connor hisses out, putting his arm in front of you even while you're standing still. You don't understand his paranoia.

Now that's he's "retired" from being an android used for crime solving, he's taken root in your life like a stubborn weed.

He's your "guard dog."

He's constantly following you around public places, terrifying both adults and small children, and he stops at nothing to keep you safe.

It's especially dangerous when you're out late at night, because nobody can see him until they're already blacking out from getting a fresh bullet wound as a souvenir.

You don't think he's ever not touching a loaded gun. It's tucked in his waistband at all times, with and extra beneath his pillow at night.

His facial features don't change as he stands his ground, much to the opposition of his more human-looking counterparts.

"You don't know who's lurking around at night. Don't get ahead of yourself." He warns, but he'll never actually lay a harmful finger on you.

He's just looking out for his human.