[Words gone heavy in reply, and it’s hard to know if he’s said something wrong in what was meant to be a compliment. Not one only done-up in niceties, but one sincerely meant. Perhaps it only settles strangely, for whatever reason — maybe she doesn’t feel as strong as what Connor had declared, though he would say it again. In comparison, Lucina seems like tempered steel. Himself? Material malleable by outside hands and influences, by governing commands, as he was designed to be.

He swallows. It’s a learned gesture, one that’s relatively useless for an android, but little tics that he’s picked here and there, departed from his experiences within the confines of CyberLife. Her gesture, stopping just short of his temple, causes him to blink. The shift in conversation jarring him into the now.]

My LED. A light-emitting diode that all CyberLife androids are equipped with, in compliance with the law.

[But he knows that won’t suffice as an explanation, and he continues without missing a beat. Connor even cants his head at a slight angle, as if to better illustrate the circling light at his temple.]

Indicative — in a very generalized way — of my status.

[It’s blue, currently! Flickering time and again during the length of their conversation.]