[Connor’s up on his feet in half that time, and picks up his pace to trail behind him, as if he were a second pet of the Lieutenant’s.]

No. Not like that. Not “pissed off”.

[His LED circles several times, his voice raising as if it’ll catch Hank’s attention.]

Or rather, just whatever it is you feel or are experiencing at the time, you transfer to me. It isn’t unlike what androids are able to do, if you think of it that way. I’m surprised I hadn’t made the correlation sooner.

[Briefly, Connor glances back at Sumo, and makes a small little gesture for the dog to follow.]

That’s my working theory, anyway.