The clean up for the bodies and the recovery of any possible evidence to several hours to deal with. They spent so much time there the weather had changed from the ruckus of the rain to the gentle snow that enveloped the night with a silence. Hank suggested they find something to eat since they had spent several hours without much rest. Hank being used to fast foods and such, brought them to another food truck. He seemed to know many of them in town.

With a hot chocolate in hand as defense against the cold and a way to satiate her hunger, Hank drove to an unknown place without speaking much. She noticed that he had purchased a beer earlier and was even drinking some while driving. She had a bad feeling in her stomach, but she was afraid he would snap at her if she brought it up.

They finally stopped at a playground by Detroit's bridge, overlooking the river and the city. Without a word however, Hank parked and got out of the car with his beer in hand. Maybe if he had been another person, she would have left him alone. But the Lieutenant wasn't in the right mind sometimes and the last thing he needed was to be alone.

Her and Connor got out of the car to accompany him. She sat on the bench he was sitting on, although giving him some space while Connor gazed at the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Hank and Connor had their own conversation. About Hank's son, about the girls at the Eden Club, about the whole investigation in itself. It was a bonding time for them and she silently excluded herself from most of the conversation and minded her own business as she sipped on her hot chocolate.

"What about you, Connor? You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?" Hank questioned in a gruff voice. He stood in front of Connor in a confrontational way and now she could no longer ignore the tension in the air.

"I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant. Your partner...your buddy to drink with...or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task."

"You coulda shot those two girls but you didn't..." Hank pushed Connor, "Why didn't you shoot Connor?! Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?"

The grip on her cup tightened.

"No!" Connor responded quickly, looking frightened from what Hank was insinuating. "I just decided not to shoot...that's all."

He decided. She knows the significance of those words. He chose what to do.

"But are you afraid to die, Connor?" Hank sneered.

She felt her blood pressure drop when she saw the familiar object in his hand. A revolver. Pointed right at Connor's head.

"L-Lieutenant, please be rational," she said carefully.

But her words went unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I would certainly find it regrettable to be..." Connor hesitates.

He doesn't want to say killed.

"Interrupted before I can finish this investigation ," he finishes.

Hank questions what would happen if he pulled the trigger. A question even she doesn't know the answer to. But she didn't want Connor to find that out.

"Nothing..." Connor breathes out," Nothing..."

"Tell me this, smartass...how do I know you're not a deviant?" Hank finally asks the golden question of the hour.

She already knows the answer to that question, but Connor has his own.

"I self-test, regularly. I know what and I am not," Connor puts his simply.

Hank's hand wavers and his hand shakes as he struggles with what he wants to do, and what he knows he shouldn't. Finally, his face falls in defeat, and so does his gun.

"Where are you going?" Connor asks him as Hank opens another bottle of better.

"To get drunker! I need to drink..." Hank says in a somber tone and gets into his car and does what he's been doing since the beginning. He leaves them alone.

Finally, Margaret releases the grip on cup she didn't realize she had, and breathes a sigh of relief that the situation had blown over.

"Are you feeing alright, Doctor?" Connor asks her the familiar question.

"Oh, yes. Completely fine. Watching a possible murder happen right in front of your eyes is a sure way to brighten anyone's day," she says sarcastically.

"That wouldn't qualify as murder, Doctor. It would be an issue of damaging me severely."

She shook her head. "Same thing," she says quietly.

"I've noticed in instances where I am in danger or anyone mistreats me, your blood pressure and heart rate seem to behave abnormally. Why is that?" He wonders.

"Connor...I don't know, really. It just...frightens me," she admits.

"But I can come back," He rebuttals.

"And you wouldn't be the same Connor I know."

He sits down next to her and his eyes wander over her form. He can tell she's upset.

"I'm not the same person as I was before we began the investigation. I've...changed. And I don't know if it's for the better," she says worried.

"I think you've done a fantastic job so far in this investigation. Your insight and knowledge have been valuable and we couldn't do it without you," Connor tries to cheer her up in his own way.

"And that's just the thing, Connor. I don't know if my job is a good thing," she swallows. "What if I'm wrong? What if this whole investigation is wrong?" She looks at him with fear.

"You can't falter now, Doctor. Not when we're so close," Connor inches a bit closer to her.

She looks down and stares at the cup in her hand.

"I know CyberLife has kept things from me. Even as one of their long time researchers and trusted employees, they won't allow me to ask any questions or look over any files that could help in their investigation. I ask and they simply silence me. How am I suppose to know anything if they don't tell me!" She shouts in frustration.

"Can't you see, Connor! This is more than just CyberLife and a few deviants. This is escalating quickly, much more than ever before and all CyberLife is doing is sending one android and one observer?! Somethings not right!"

She grits her teeth and shuts her eyes clothes. "And even I have moral doubts on all this. My emotions have finally gotten the better of me and now I can't help but care."

She grips his arm and looks him straight in the eye. "You're struggling too aren't you, Connor. I know you answered this to the Lieutenant, but I know you know that you've changed as well. Please, Connor I won't berate you if it's true," she pleads him to tell her the truth.

His eyes are scanning all over for answers, and the LED that has betrayed him multiple times has betrayed him once again with its yellow color. "I- " he falters in his response. And she eagerly awaits his response.

He pulls away from her touch. "I'm fine, Doctor. I know my mission and I know what my goal is. Perhaps, you should rethink what you have to do," his programming speech kicks in.

She looks at him in disappointment and returns back to her distant position. And he can't help but feel disappointed in himself too.

"We should go find, Hank...he shouldn't drive under these conditions and he'll get into trouble if he's drinking..." she says softly.

He nods and goes to find a taxi for them so they can go and look after the Lieutenant. She simply remains hunched over on the bench, looking depressed at her now cold drink. And every programming in him tells him that he's done something wrong.