[There’s no impression of panic that he has to tamp down when water fills his mouth, running down the parts that make up the facsimile of his throat. To Connor — an android never in possession of the need to breathe — the worst part of being underwater is the sluggish movement, and the suppression of sound waves due to the lower temperature.]

Then we should head back to the palace for now.

[Looking down at her, though, he tends to the questions quickly enough.]

Yes and no. I’m sorry, I haven’t introduced myself properly yet. My name is Connor. And while visiting worlds wasn’t something I did, per se, until being drafted into the Circle, I was an investigator back home; I worked with the local law enforcement. And I thought it only made sense for me to apply these same skills here, given that we have a missing persons case on our hands.

[Hand still pushed against his tie, he continues.]

I wasn’t paid for it, no. It’s simply what I was made to do.