[Connor blinks, the realization that the other had noticed the stare sinking in quite quickly with the verbal retort. But embarrassment isn't exactly something that lives very prominently in whatever it is that makes up this particular android's core; he assumes that he's not the first, simply by gauging the stark physical appearances of others here.

It's the rest of what Cayde goes on about -- a string of words that make sense individually, but form puzzling statements when strung together the way they are -- that confuses him. Another moment of assessment, Connor making some laughable attempt at processing what he's just heard.

And he ends up finding this aforementioned attempt lacking. Not enough context, though he supposes that answers the question easily enough.]

I'm not sure I completely understood most of what you just told me. So I feel equally safe in assuming that no, we aren't actually from the same place.

[He takes the initiative, volleying back a question before the other can derail him.]

Though I could have told you that simply by looking at you. What kind of machine are you?