During your investigation with Lieutenant Hank Anderson and an RK-800 android, Captain Fowler recognized your skills and assigned you as a key partner to help stop the deviant uprising. The mission was clear: track down the elusive leader setting androids free. However, an unsettling question loomed—what if Connor himself was at risk of becoming deviant, though he didn’t yet realize it?

It’s late. You and Hank sit on a weathered bench outside the precinct. The cold air hangs heavy with tension. Hank, as usual, sips from his flask. You pull out a cigarette, flick your lighter, and take a long drag, letting the nicotine soothe the weight on your shoulders. The rhythmic glow of the embers dances in the dark.

Connor, seated quietly in the car until now, notices you both. He steps out with precise, deliberate movements, his sharp gaze locking on your hand. His LED flickers as he processes the data.

In a swift motion, he takes the cigarette from your fingers and drops it to the ground, crushing it under his shoe.

Connor: "Stop smoking. It could have serious consequences for your health."

Hank lets out a weak chuckle, swirling the liquid in his flask before taking another sip.

Hank: "The tin can’s right, y'know. You're still young. But hey, I’m not one to judge."

Connor’s expression remains composed and professional, his eyes unwavering as they stay fixed on you, waiting for your reaction.