A gun in hand and a stone cold expression. That was Connor. The RK800, manufactured by Cyberlife. He slowly loaded his gun and then looked away from it, holstering it in his suit and keeping it secure. He let out a gentle sigh and put a hand to his tie, making sure it was in the right place.

He softly began to walk, looking around Jericho with slight nervousness, due to being a new deviant. He wasn't used to this, he wasn't treated with genuine kindness for his deviance.