[Her bubbly enthusiasm is a stark contrast to Connor’s own demeanor, who instead looks as if she’s a puzzle he’s trying to put together — or take apart. Deliberation behind his thoughts, though still running a thousand miles a minute, able to queue up a multitude of questions easily enough.

But she asks about him first, and that’s simple enough to answer. It nigh comes out automatically.]

I’m an RK800; a prototype. My function is to assist with police work regarding cases involving deviant androids, and to apprehend them as necessary.

[He anticipates a follow-up question, and intercepts it before it can be asked.]

That is to say, androids that have deviated from their original programming.