[Connor follows just behind Sumo, but his eyes never pull away from Hank on his bed, who’s tracing something into the wall with ash.]

Because you’re a Lieutenant. Do you think that changes just because we’re no longer in Detroit? Am I no longer an investigative android, by that logic?

[But Connor’s voice has lost a small degree of its usual emphatic delivery. The rhetoric is a little quieter, tossing out a scan over Hank without saying as much, to check his status.

Said scan blossoms past the man and to the drawings on the wall, too, by their very nature. And Connor pulls his gaze away to see what he’s sketching.]