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Gavin: *about fifteen minutes later he'll return to the car and start them back towards the precinct. He glances at Connor.* You ruin my day every time I look at you. *snorts and pulls out his gameboy again.*

Connor: I'm sorry. I don't mean to be unpleasant for you. What exactly is it that causes this?

Gavin: Your ugly face.

Connor: *headtilt, clearly confused at that* CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. My appearance as well as my voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.

Gavin: Yeah? They teach you not to talk back too?

Connor: I am programmed to be actively helpful to my partner and make available any data that I gather. I cannot accomplish my assignment if I am categorically forbidden from speaking to you.

Gavin: Look, I already told you I don't /need/ your help. You're just in my way. *had sat up and shifted to lean towards Connor and point at him.*

Connor: Perhaps /you/ do not, but you have been tasked with field-testing me for eventual use by other detectives. Don't think of me as a partner so much as a walking forensics lab if that would make this easier on you.

Gavin: *punches him! Though it's not as hard as it would have been if they weren't in the car* You need to learn not to sass me, Plastic. Do it again and you'll get worse. *said through gritted teeth.*

Connor: *LED flickers but he doesn't try to block the strike, even though Gavin can guess he saw it coming well enough. His synthetic skin pulls back and flows into place around the site of the strike. His head turns with the blow, then he looks back, a small frown on his face, LED yellow* It's not my intention to "sass," Detective. I'm merely discussing the situation. *what is he doing wrong!?*

Gavin: *a small part of his regrets doing that, realizing only after having struck Connor that if he’d damaged the android he’d likely be the one paying for it.* I’ve already given you orders, stop talking back about it.