[Under other circumstances, Connor would have taken this moment to inform the human of his impending food poisoning. But his chemical analysis turned up no signs of decay or toxins. Strange, considering how much else has rotted in this place.]
Suit yourself.
[His gaze pans over the machine in a quick scan. There are a few fingerprints, but none on the cart's handles—more likely other captives seeking food than whoever brought the machine in. He logs them for comparison regardless, taking a step around to check the other side. There's something written in fine print along the table's edge. A manufacturer?
Static fizzles across Connor's vision, disrupting his scan. He blinks, LED swimming yellow as he tries to refresh it.]
no subject
Suit yourself.
[His gaze pans over the machine in a quick scan. There are a few fingerprints, but none on the cart's handles—more likely other captives seeking food than whoever brought the machine in. He logs them for comparison regardless, taking a step around to check the other side. There's something written in fine print along the table's edge. A manufacturer?
Static fizzles across Connor's vision, disrupting his scan. He blinks, LED swimming yellow as he tries to refresh it.]
Have you been here long?