[She can't see it, but Connor's LED circles a few times, vaguely surprised by her question.

He shouldn't be. It only made sense, and was only fair that she expect the same forthcoming answers from him; but that's a loaded question, even if it shouldn't be. Even if his answer should be automatic, cookie-cutter, easily spoken.

Hesitance, maybe, a half-second of it at the most. But if the conversation drifts in this direction to make her feel more comfortable, then so be it.]

I was created to serve a purpose. I am satisfied when I am able to do so; it was never a matter of like or dislike.