[It isn’t judgment that his look is made of; it’s barely even scrutiny. With his scans so unduly disabled, he can’t pretend to be garnering any information from a single glance more than what a first impression provides. Even so, he tries. But information about these new members enlisted into the Circle (unasked) is gained only by lengthier conversation, and Connor’s innate curiosity makes this easy to fulfill.

He steps closer, the lighted, circular LED on his temple briefly flickering.]

That isn’t much of a comfort, either.

[But it makes sense, if she’s the type to want to house a burden for other people’s sakes. He wonders.]

And it isn’t much of a welcome to the Circle to be immediately isolated from everyone else. As it is, this just means it’s a problem that we all have to solve — assuming it isn’t something that solves itself.