[His jaw sets, LED flashing a vicious yellow. Connor deigns to straighten, to align himself in all the minutely perfect ways that only an android can stand, flicking his eyes over to a room a few doors down and to his left. Indication enough, if Hank's lucidity (or lack thereof) allows him still to infer like a true policeman.
Because his words are not reflective of the answer his look gives the man.]
I'm not the one wasting time. I'm the one wasting effort.
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Because his words are not reflective of the answer his look gives the man.]
I'm not the one wasting time. I'm the one wasting effort.