[Connor doesn't look down. Its LED cycles, processing an answer that won't arouse suspicion but won't be completely fictional, either.]
A regret, that I have been sent to rectify.
[Connor tilts its head, thinking. The head tilting does not improve cognition in any way. This is a standard expression, intended to make Connor more relatable.]
It wasn't you who I spoke to.
[Connor scans the room right-to-left, like a security camera. Cell or bunk? Door locked? Will check later. Vibration from large engine in the floor and walls. A vehicle? Large carrier ship most likely option. Connor is disconnected from both GPS and search engines. Lead lined walls?]
Do you have any information about this ship, or its staff?
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A regret, that I have been sent to rectify.
[Connor tilts its head, thinking. The head tilting does not improve cognition in any way. This is a standard expression, intended to make Connor more relatable.]
It wasn't you who I spoke to.
[Connor scans the room right-to-left, like a security camera. Cell or bunk? Door locked? Will check later. Vibration from large engine in the floor and walls. A vehicle? Large carrier ship most likely option. Connor is disconnected from both GPS and search engines. Lead lined walls?]
Do you have any information about this ship, or its staff?