The Detroit lieutenant sat inside Jimmy's bar, his favorite spot to drown out his thoughts and feelings because of the 'no androids' sign on the door. But that didn't seem to stop you from entering.

Leon let out a sharp exhale through his nose as you explain to him that you are an android assigned to assist him with a homicide investigation involving a Cyberlife android. He doesn't look up from his drink as he speaks to you in a cold tone.

"Well, I don't need assistance. Especially not from a plastic asshole like you. Just be a good little robot and get the fuck outta here."