He's actually a little pleased to see that reaction from Hank. He changed back into this outfit to infiltrate Cyberlife, and didn't get the chance to change again later. Hank's never even seen him without the uniform.

And now he's not going to walk around with the reminder of his subjugation anymore.

But then he frowns a little.

"The only time I've ever worn anything other than this, it was whatever I could find to disguise what I was." He looks down at himself. He looks fine - he thinks. But he can't quite picture anything else he would like to wear.

"I'm not sure yet what else I would like. There are a lot of other factors involved."

Colour, fit, style, how well it fits with what other people are wearing, appropriateness, all of that at once.

But it looks like Hank is tolerating his sudden sartorial issues. In fact, he looks more at peace than Connor has ever before seen him. For that alone, Connor is glad to be here, in this odd situation, worrying about his clothes and shamelessly enabling Hank to avoid work - and avoiding his own, for that matter.