Connor frowns, clearly concerned and uncertain. It's woven into his very programming that he's not allowed to pass himself off as anything but what he is. His LED, the markers on his clothing...
He's reluctant, but he's been given an order - by a human, a human of authority - and he must obey it.
"I...I understand, Steve." Slowly, he'll slip out of his jacket, neatly folding it over one arm so that the markers are hidden. With the dark jeans, dark tie, and crisp dress shirt, the only thing keeping him from passing as a casual businessman is the glowing ring in his temple, yellow with mild distress.
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He's reluctant, but he's been given an order - by a human, a human of authority - and he must obey it.
"I...I understand, Steve." Slowly, he'll slip out of his jacket, neatly folding it over one arm so that the markers are hidden. With the dark jeans, dark tie, and crisp dress shirt, the only thing keeping him from passing as a casual businessman is the glowing ring in his temple, yellow with mild distress.