Winter had rolled around in Detroit, making late nights at the station colder, faster. It was getting to the point as you sat at your desk that you could see your breath fan out before you.

As you typed away at your keyboard, fingers beginning to shake, a weight appeared suddenly at your shoulders, and you finally looked up.

Connor, that android they'd recently brought in.

"You were exhibiting signs of being cold," he began. "Shaking fingers, goosebumps. I brought you a blanket."