A weird shiver runs up Hank's spine at the way that Connor's head swivels, a little too smooth, a little bit uncanny. He narrows pale eyes at Connor's big brown doe-eyed gaze and his mouth works against the immediate desire to lash out.

He sighs deeply and sits back, trying to decide how to deal with this, since Connor has apparently decided that ignoring him is only going to make him more obnoxious. The apology rankles him; he knows it's not sincere. Not in the way that a human would be. He has the words but not the feeling. Fucking androids.

"Yeah whatever," he grunts, rolling his eyes and finally getting his desk in order.