[connor doesn't know he'd call what kamski's been up to idle, but he only has his own limited scope of interaction to go off of. there's still so many unknowns--how active was his hand in the rest of cyberlife at this point? did he still have supporters within? how much say did he have in how amanda had treated him? it makes his led glimmer yellow for a moment while they all blur together, something he almost feels self-conscious about it kamski will catch it or not. it's an obvious tell not just for him, but anyone who could see it on a regular basis...and yet, he's still not ready to part with it. maybe it's illogical, but it's still a comfort he doesn't want to let go of.
regardless, he does offer up:]
Yes, though your current lifestyle and absence from the spotlight has garnered quite a lot of speculation over the years. And...I can't confirm from personal experience that you being idle is an accurate assessment.
[connor lets gratitude reflect across his expression for a few lingering moments, curious if kamski might catch that too as he follows him into the next room. some might find it uncomfortable to see that sort of paraphernalia lining the walls and displayed like trophies--he could only imagine if someone like north was here--but connor isn't as bothered as he could be. maybe it could be considered distasteful or even offensive given the trajectory of the android revolution and the impact it had already had on policy and social customs, but he doubts kamski means any insult by it. it's his creation after all--his work, and he deserves to be prideful of it. all androids owe their existence to him on some level.
connor sits down carefully in the seat closest to elijah's instruction, folding his hands atop the smooth surface and waiting for his host to do the same.]
I do. Several, though it is difficult for me to decide the best place to start. And, would it be polite to offer you something in return?
[his thumbs rub against each other absently, bottom lip twitching minutely. still nervous. still unsure if that's a risk at this point.]
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regardless, he does offer up:]
Yes, though your current lifestyle and absence from the spotlight has garnered quite a lot of speculation over the years. And...I can't confirm from personal experience that you being idle is an accurate assessment.
[connor lets gratitude reflect across his expression for a few lingering moments, curious if kamski might catch that too as he follows him into the next room. some might find it uncomfortable to see that sort of paraphernalia lining the walls and displayed like trophies--he could only imagine if someone like north was here--but connor isn't as bothered as he could be. maybe it could be considered distasteful or even offensive given the trajectory of the android revolution and the impact it had already had on policy and social customs, but he doubts kamski means any insult by it. it's his creation after all--his work, and he deserves to be prideful of it. all androids owe their existence to him on some level.
connor sits down carefully in the seat closest to elijah's instruction, folding his hands atop the smooth surface and waiting for his host to do the same.]
I do. Several, though it is difficult for me to decide the best place to start. And, would it be polite to offer you something in return?
[his thumbs rub against each other absently, bottom lip twitching minutely. still nervous. still unsure if that's a risk at this point.]