[Connor turns at the sound. Stares, eyebrows raising, at the human playing dress-up. His hands are empty for the moment, but the second whip-crack flicks the edge of Connor's sleeve, marginally displacing the fabric.
He reaches to straighten it.]
Damaging Cyberlife property is a criminal offense.
[The words are as blandly polite as his smile. The glint behind the android's eyes, however, looks considerably less placid.]
Costumes, B
He reaches to straighten it.]
Damaging Cyberlife property is a criminal offense.
[The words are as blandly polite as his smile. The glint behind the android's eyes, however, looks considerably less placid.]
I wouldn't recommend it.