"Blue guy with the floating arrow," Connor repeats, and he's not picturing a bow-and-arrow arrow, he's picturing a ClipArt-style arrow floating alongside his head or something. It's an odd picture. But so are blue men in general.

"If anyone else were telling me this, I wouldn't believe it for a second." He's seen hints of it, sure, but without the ability to fully scan his surroundings and cross-reference off the internet or facial recognition databases, he's not had proof that anything was really happening that isn't perfectly scientifically possible back in Detroit.

"Do you mean because I'm dressed like a normal person and make you stand out all the more?" he asks, enjoying the whole back-and-forth...and then he looks down. Stops walking. The bright blue of the various android markers on his uniform jacket stand out like sore thumbs. Back home, it marked him as first a slave, and then possibly a dangerous insurgent.

But now it just looks strange. His LED starts to flash yellow.

Red. Red.

Blue.

He shrugs off his jacket, walks over to the nearest trash can, and shoves it inside. Then, in just his shirt and tie, he returns to Hank.

"Now you stand out more."