[As each day passes, Connor is starting to feel more and more like a caretaker android. In some ways, he doesn’t feel qualified at all where’s Markus when you need him, but stubbornness overrides all of this. The willingness to help, to be useful to those he might label his friends, and the adherence to the fact that he’s a learning machine and will puzzle out the best way to deal with an influx of sick humans.

Besides, carrying Rion to the bathhouse? He can manage that. Straightforward enough.]

All right. But if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to tell me.

[Off they go, then, his step steady.]

Though you should’ve asked for help long before now, Rion.