[None of that is particularly convincing to Connor, especially since he's in a disagreeable mood considering everything, but he decides not to argue for now. Instead he finishes getting the blood off of his face, arm moving to settle against his middle again, but he stayed standing; since he won't get tired, locking his joints to stay upright provides the same end result as sitting, and it's something he can be stubborn about. If the secret of being an android is out, might as well act like one, and Connor's too fidgety to like sitting in one place when he doesn't have to.
He's quiet several seconds, not bothering to answer the questions and assuming that'll be answer enough, before finally deciding to ask--]
no subject
He's quiet several seconds, not bothering to answer the questions and assuming that'll be answer enough, before finally deciding to ask--]
Why were you out in the storm?