@rkfinale
"Many different things at any given moment, Lieutenant." It's almost said...tiredly? Quietly, as he finishes his analysis of the Thirium he'd just sampled from the dead android before them. Mutilated heinously and completely, yet another in a string of android hate crimes since the Revolution. Nines expression remains pensive, and one might wonder if he truly feels the weight of all of the carnage (he does) and if he truly is as free from his programming as they say (he is).
"...You will have to be more specific as to what you are asking me about."
Blue hues lingered on the Android for a bit longer - a set of arms folding over the wide of Hank’s chest, head tilting ever so slightly as he took in the sight of that so familiar, yet distinctively different looking face. There was obvious curiosity written all over his tired, middle-aged features - his brows knitted in thought, accompanied by a set of beard framed lips pressed into a thin line.
RK900 - Nines, as he called himself - looked so damn similar to Connor, the lieutenant’s partner, just much more... stern, more serious, more dangerous. It had taken Hank a while to not make a double take whenever those bright hues adressed him instead of those well-known brown ones, and even though the younger had assured him that Nines had, indeed, deviated, he felt himself being a bit wary while having him around.
Not because he was an Android - Hank had long gotten over that embarassing stage of his life - but because he was even harder to read than Connor was. Much more of a blank page, unpredictable.
“---I’m askin ‘bout you.” Yeah, probably not as much of a specific answer the RK900 had hoped to get, but the lieutenant himself had a bit of a hard time expressing himself there. He lifted a brow instead, shrugging a moment later, his features softening a bit.
“Y’know ... while it was incredibly hard to figure out what Connor is all about, it’s even harder to try an’ understand what’s goin’ on with you.”
