[This android is dry and analytical in a way that reminds her of Pod, and she isn't too poorly socialized to not recognize that she is, in no way, "good company."]
Whatever.
[Like she cared what some random android thought of her. She is tempted, in a petty sort of way, to continue to watch him struggle with the piece of rubble, but then she walks over anyway, and kneels to lift it without much effort, her own flagging energy aside.
As she walks over to toss it with the others, she says, flatly, without turning in Connor's direction:] You aren't a combat model.
[It's a request for information without actually asking for information. Sorry, Connor...this is what you have to put up with.]
no subject
Whatever.
[Like she cared what some random android thought of her. She is tempted, in a petty sort of way, to continue to watch him struggle with the piece of rubble, but then she walks over anyway, and kneels to lift it without much effort, her own flagging energy aside.
As she walks over to toss it with the others, she says, flatly, without turning in Connor's direction:] You aren't a combat model.
[It's a request for information without actually asking for information. Sorry, Connor...this is what you have to put up with.]