Marcus finds you in your usual thinking spot. It might as well be reserved for you, a rooftop no android really wanders, whispering of the human that lingers in the sun.

The rooftop is where your thoughts tend to gather. Away from the darkness inside Jehrico, which is lacking within recent days, but still undeniably there. A shadow over your back. You’re the only human in there. The only human openly supporting their cause.

Marcus interrupts with a hand on your shoulder, soft, not landing hard enough to make you flinch. There’s a warmest to his voice. “You seem preoccupied.”