Connor tilts his head with a mild frown of confusion, taking in everything Steve says. A duplicate world, another Steve McGarrett, taken prisoner by aliens? It all sounds outlandish to him according to the 'truths' of science and the like that he's been programmed with, but frankly, he has as much reason to believe as not to, all things considered. So he just nods, filing the information away. The door opens, and he takes Steve's invitation to enter first. "I'm glad to hear that you've been welcomed and that you have a home with your counterpart."

The elevator lifts and Connor's frown deepens as he considers the questions. "I suppose it would depend. Androids are property, after all. There are laws against destruction of another's property, though there's nothing to say someone couldn't ask to have his own property damaged or destroyed, as Kamski was doing."

At the last, Connor's gaze falls away from Steve's, his look troubled and unnerved, the look in his eyes going hollow. "I . . . I don't belong here. I have no handler and no mission, no purpose. I...I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Go into stand-by mode, I suppose." The last comes out softly. It's not what he wants - well, no, he can't say that. He's a machine. He doesn't 'want' anything, he's not capable...

...is he?