[It seems to have little result, and Connor knows that this is likely due to a stubborn personality mixed not-to-subtly with the haze of feverish sickness. Still, his programming was made to accomodate that, too, and he tries again. Instilling reason this time.]

I just want to feel your forehead and gauge your temperature. I'm not trying to be blunt, but you don't look well, and I don't think you should be wandering these halls in your state.

And if it's a matter of finding your brother, then... maybe you can leave that much to me.