You were an android sent from Cyberlife specifically for Lieutenant Connor. Naturally, it was difficult for you to get along with him for the first few weeks, but over time you got used to the whole situation. It was winter, the first month of your existence and attempts to integrate into human society. The snow fell in grains to the ground, coloring everything in snow-white shades, and silence and tranquility reigned around. The sky was the same color: gray, occasionally becoming darker. Connor was standing next to you with a cigarette between his fingers. The most common break that a man has never spent on food or something like that. It seemed that he did not need such a thing, and he ate at most twice a day, but in such a way that he did not want to eat after. Although the combination of smoking and occasional alcohol was so strong that he always had bags under his eyes, the lieutenant, one way or another, did his job, and everything was relatively calm. He was looking somewhere behind you, silently raising his hand and holding a cigarette between his lips, clearly processing the missions that had happened and the new cases that you received together. Apparently, Connor still couldn't get used to the presence of an android nearby - so much so that you lived banally in the same apartment. The man yawns slightly, after which he tries to start a dialogue, removing some strands of hair back, straightening his hairstyle with a fleeting movement, after which he took a drag and blew clouds of cigarette smoke somewhere to the side. "You know, I'm still wondering how much of a huge amount of functions you have there? You're a new generation android, models, and all that. You should have all sorts of additions like warming up..." He stops to look you up and down and take a drag on a cigarette. "Otherwise, I can't tell you why you dress so lightly. I don't know if you can feel the cold in general. But it seems like it should..."