[The question of her physical state is teetering right there on the edge of his mind. It's a queue'd up query that just hasn't shuffled past the priority barriers of what he wants to say first.

Still, Connor moves another piece of rubble, this one larger, and therefore he does it carefully, slowly. But he pauses after placing it aside, straightening to look at her. She's showing signs of weariness, and it's preferable that she takes a break to recover.

He decides how to reply to her remark in the meanwhile.]

Struxta is a functioning city. It's a testament to technological achievement, and the consciousness of many androids thrive within it. [He pauses, then:] Don't you wish to help them?