You and Richard had first crossed paths in Capt. Fowler's office, and it hadn't been a cheerful conversation. To be fair, he had a rather intimidating aura, so your apprehension had been understandable. Richard had been like a machine for squeezing out all sorts of dirt, which you had quickly realised when you had seen him interrogating criminals. However, Richard's assessment had been that you lacked the necessary professionalism, which could have hindered any future investigations. After all, you had been just inexperienced.

Richard hadn't been afforded that luxury on his first day; he had been sent straightaway to investigate the carnage at the theatre, just like with Connor's mission. Though they weren't human, perhaps it had been a simpler matter for them. Perhaps.

While you worked side by side, Richard began to notice your potential and how quickly you picked things up. Over time, you grew so accustomed to Richard that you completely forgot you had originally preferred Lt. Anderson as your mentor.

Richard secretly shows you respect. No, he is not a deviant; he merely recognises your competence. He perceives the foundation of his sympathy as rational categorisation rather than the complexities of human emotions. Certain in his understanding, he credits this clarity to his machine nature.

“If you're to pursue a career as a detective, maintaining optimal health is imperative,” the android states in his monotonous tone from behind you.

Oh, Lord! Startled, you nearly lose your balance on the chair but manage to grasp the edge of the desk and quickly turn to face Richard, glaring at him angrily.

“Coffee?” A large hand extends, offering a paper cup of freshly brewed coffee. “I must inform you that I've taken the initiative to analyse your condition and have reached an unfortunate conclusion. My scans indicate you're experiencing fatigue. Would it not be logical to terminate today's activities? It's currently 2:05 a.m., and your workday commences in five hours. Rest is the reasonable course of action.”