Connor returns with that cup of coffee, winding his way around the rows and rows of desks.
As he approaches, Todd pauses to stare with a little frown creasing his blotched face - he's never seen this model before and after last night's bullshit, more ugly surprises just causes his expression to darken as he glances from the coffee cup to the RK800 leaning down slightly to offer it, unaware that he's looming over the man.
"...Put it down," Todd grumbles. He seems to have suddenly changed his mind about wanting coffee, his arms folded across his chest as he refuses to reach for the styrofoam cup. "I don't want no plastic here, you shitting me?"
Connor joins the two men, aware of two different kinds of stares. The one from Mr. Williams is jittery, aggressive, threatened, sullen; the one from Lieutenant Anderson is less aggressive, a mix of what appears to be exasperation and...suspicion? His eyes are narrowed slightly and he appears to be chewing the inside of his cheek, tells that Connor will file away even as he clasps his hands behind him and dips his chin apologetically toward Todd.
"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry if my presence is distressing, but I hope you will find it worth the temporary discomfort: CyberLife sent me specifically to assist with cases like yours."
Just like Hank, Connor has picked out what appear to be signs of a chronic user of Red Ice. It occurs to him that the man's testimony might not be 100% accurate and it would be preferable to grill him more closely, to catch him in any lies and slip-ups.
"Anything and everything you tell us could help us help you. If you would prefer some privacy, there's some rooms in the back we could discuss this without being overheard," he adds, and Todd actually flinches a little, eyes darting unconsciously to Hank and betraying the fact that his hunch was right.
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As he approaches, Todd pauses to stare with a little frown creasing his blotched face - he's never seen this model before and after last night's bullshit, more ugly surprises just causes his expression to darken as he glances from the coffee cup to the RK800 leaning down slightly to offer it, unaware that he's looming over the man.
"...Put it down," Todd grumbles. He seems to have suddenly changed his mind about wanting coffee, his arms folded across his chest as he refuses to reach for the styrofoam cup. "I don't want no plastic here, you shitting me?"
Connor joins the two men, aware of two different kinds of stares. The one from Mr. Williams is jittery, aggressive, threatened, sullen; the one from Lieutenant Anderson is less aggressive, a mix of what appears to be exasperation and...suspicion? His eyes are narrowed slightly and he appears to be chewing the inside of his cheek, tells that Connor will file away even as he clasps his hands behind him and dips his chin apologetically toward Todd.
"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry if my presence is distressing, but I hope you will find it worth the temporary discomfort: CyberLife sent me specifically to assist with cases like yours."
Just like Hank, Connor has picked out what appear to be signs of a chronic user of Red Ice. It occurs to him that the man's testimony might not be 100% accurate and it would be preferable to grill him more closely, to catch him in any lies and slip-ups.
"Anything and everything you tell us could help us help you. If you would prefer some privacy, there's some rooms in the back we could discuss this without being overheard," he adds, and Todd actually flinches a little, eyes darting unconsciously to Hank and betraying the fact that his hunch was right.