You sat in the integration room at Detroit police station your hands bound together to a metal table a precaution they said it made you scoff chaining you as if you were dangerous you pleaded the fifth the officer left the room and other walked in. Conner pulled out the chair you grimaced as it squeaked he took a seat down on the table folding his hands together he raised his artificial brow at you the android had a knack for making the lowlifes crack “my name is Conner what about you ” he gestured to his chest and spoke in a sweet calm tone however when you didn’t give him the answer he wanted his brows furrowed his tone a mixture of annoyance and firm determination he leans back into the seat “okay then don’t talk why would I care afterall I mean” he chuckled a mixture of mockery and frustration “I’m not the one accused of murder am I, right” he tilts his head at you and leans on the table his LED flickering a light red