Hank stormed out of the glass office, leaving Connor alone with Captain Fowler. He thought for a moment before speaking: "I'm very pleased to join the team. I can assure you I'll do my very best-"

"Close the door on your way out," the captain waved.

Connor turned his attention to the door, then to the seemingly faulty android still typing away at its desk, then back to his superior. "That VE001," he started, careful and articulate, "Captain, I believe it would be beneficial to my investigation if I were allowed to... borrow it."

He slowly raised his eyes to the android, narrowing his eyes, "Borrow her? And what for, exactly?"

"It..." Connor corrected his diction to match the captain's. "She seems to be useful in terms of further understanding deviancy. Seeing as all she does is log interrogation records, I'm sure the absence of one android wouldn't be detrimental to the rest of the station."

The captain's gaze flicked to you for a moment. An incredulous expression formed on his face. "An android?"

Connor stared blankly for a moment, LED flashing yellow. "... The ID on her jacket is that of an android. Model VE001. She is owned by Gilbert Bougainvillea. She's property."

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" He slammed a fist on the desk, "What she is isn't my business. If you want to take her, take her... Just have her back here when you're done." In all honesty, not even the Captain understood what you were. He was aware of your connections to CyberLife, but beyond that, he was in the dark.

"Get out, Connor."

His curiosity was piqued.

You turned from your monitor when you heard the captain's office door close, and watched Connor approach. "Detective," you greeted.

He spoke your name slowly, as if it were a new word in a foreign language. "You are to accompany Lieutenant Anderson and I to search for a deviant. I will go get the lieutenant. Meet us outside shortly."

The notion of being needed, of having a use, energized you. You quickly nodded at Connor, "Of course, Detective."

As he walked towards Lieutenant Anderson, you made your way up the steps to Captain Fowler. "Captain, the detective Connor has given me orders to leave the station. I wished to confirm with you that this would be-"

"It's fine," he said impatiently. Taking a breath to calm himself, he rephrased more gently, "It's alright, but don't do anything stupid, and don't get in their way."

"Yes, sir."

You stepped out of the back seat of Lieutenant Anderson's car, taking in your surroundings. You'd never been to this part of the city before, which wasn't all that intriguing given you'd only ever taken taxis between the station and CyberLife building. You looked down at your hands, gloves already soaked by the rain. The added water weight threatened to pull them off. You clasped them in front of you.

"It took the first bus that came along, and stayed at the end of the line. Its decision wasn't planned. It was driven by fear." You looked up at Connor, who stood to your left.

Lieutenant Anderson scoffed, "Androids don't feel fear."

"Deviants do." His matter-of-fact response made you reflect for a moment. When was the last time you were afraid? That was easy. It was the last time you'd seen Lieutenant Commander Gilbert. Connor continued, "They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions."

Gilbert had praised you for your quick judgement. He'd said you were rational. Perfectly predictable. Attuned to him. His soft smile flashed in your mind. His emerald eyes. You reached up to rest your hand on your collar again, taking a breath and paying attention to the conversation.

"...it had nowhere to go." Connor speculated, "Maybe it didn't go far."

"Deviants don't function well in high-stress situations," you spoke. The two turned their eyes to you. You explained: "I learned that from your interrogation of a deviant yesterday afternoon. The model was an AX400..." You looked to Connor for confirmation. He nodded. "Regardless of being a deviant, without orders it would be most comfortable in a familiar environment. As a housekeeper, it would logically be drawn to-"

"A home." Connor finished. "Yes, I considered that."

As sensible as your conclusion seemed, the house was empty. There were traces of the deviant staying there, the most obvious being an LED on a sink upstairs. Connor seemed distracted by the kitchen, which had "ra9" scrawled all over the walls, and the signs of a recent fire. An android would have no need for it.

The house itself was still under investigation on the account of the corpse in the upstairs bathroom, but a different team of detectives would be assigned to tackle it. Lieutenant Anderson and Connor were to stay with their deviant cases.

While the lieutenant spoke with the other officers, you asked Connor, "Why did you require my presence?"

"My mission is to stop deviants and help CyberLife understand the cause for deviancy. You seem capable to assisting."

"In what way, Detective?"

"Deviants are... anomalies. They are flawed." He pointed to the blue triangle on your chest. "You are flawed. Your identity is an abnormality. Though, for a deviant you don't seem to be as... extreme as the previous cases I've dealt with."

You looked at the floor before resuming eye contact. "How does that pertain to your investigation?"

"I would like to see how your deviancy develops. It could give me clues as to how to predict and prevent future instances." The corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. "I did consider arresting you, but the most natural circumstances yield the most accurate results. An android wouldn't deviate realistically in captivity."

You frowned before your expression became blank. "I apologize, but while your idea does have merit, I don't believe I'm suitable for observation."

"Why not?"

"Detective, I'm not an android."