Oh yeah, not allowed at all? What magic do you gotta do to make that happen?
[And if he feels a little guilty talking about how much he'd love to not be allowed around androids himself, well, that's weird bullshit that he's not thinking about right now, so fuck it. Things would be a hell of a lot simpler, anyway, if he'd never been allowed near the things in the first fucking place.]
[Hank's gaze sharpens with interest. Weird fucking dream or not, Hank's still supposed to be investigating this whole deviant thing, isn't he. And that- well, it could just be some kind of figure of speech. But it's worth asking about.]
Yeah? Like you give enough of a crap to know abnormal behavior when you see it?
[His tone's not particularly accusing, even if his words are. His eyes haven't lost that alert, watchful look.]
I mean, call me a moron if I'm wrong about this, but even I know androids aren't supposed to show preferences about anything. They aren't even supposed to have preferences, specially not when a human needs to get all up in their circuits and shit. Kinda thought any technician working in the last, uh, ten, twenty years onward woulda known that, even the shitty ones.
[He nods slowly, deciding to play nice until it becomes impossible not to. She can’t not know, after all, what she’s just said - and saying it to him, the guy investigating this deviant shit, that can’t be a coincidence. Can it?
He stretches out his legs, a slow, relaxed movement, trying to put as much of himself as he can between her and the door.]
Guess you got a point. Hey, someone with your kinda experience, I bet you could help me a lot with a couple cases I’m working on. Tech shit, you know, I don’t know shit about all that crap. How do you feel about heading to my office, letting me pick your brain a little? Bullpen’s right down the hall.
[That ... is a little out of the blue, and part of her may be wondering if she's blown her cover or not, but at the same time, she can't say she'd turn down more information. So she looks at him, considering, before nodding.]
[He says it - and this next part - while his hand’s still moving slowly toward hers. He wants to see her reaction before he commits to the handshake, cause the way this fucking case is going she’ll end up being an android who’ll use the grip to give him a kung fu toss over her shoulder before she runs for it.
Maybe he’s seen too many movies. He hopes that’s it. But he’s being cautious.]
Currently investigating android deviancy. I’m sure you’ve got a lot to say to me about that.
[Her face isn't angry. In fact, it might be slightly pleased, because somehow she's managed to stumble into the exact person that she needs to talk to. Either way, she doesn't seem put off by the handshake, and nods before shrugging.]
[Even a normal, innocent person’d be getting nervous right about now, but she’s just... not. At all. It’s weird as hell and he doesn’t know what to make of it so, regardless of what he’d said about taking her down toward one of the interview rooms, he doesn’t move, not knowing what to expect if she gets into the hallway, a fairly open space with a clear view of the front door.]
Well. If you got a definition of your own you wanna tell me, I’m all ears.
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[And if he feels a little guilty talking about how much he'd love to not be allowed around androids himself, well, that's weird bullshit that he's not thinking about right now, so fuck it. Things would be a hell of a lot simpler, anyway, if he'd never been allowed near the things in the first fucking place.]
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[She shrugs.]
They don't like it when you mess with their circuits.
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[Hank's gaze sharpens with interest. Weird fucking dream or not, Hank's still supposed to be investigating this whole deviant thing, isn't he. And that- well, it could just be some kind of figure of speech. But it's worth asking about.]
Don't like it how? What do they do?
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[She raises an eyebrow. That answer was mostly specific to Gideon, but she's sure it applied to the androids here as well.]
I don't know, they expressed as much?
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[He shrugs, his posture and voice disinterested, his expression a little less so.]
That happen a lot, machines expressing shit? Sounds like it makes you guys’ jobs a lot harder.
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[She knows that there's a lot of techs who don't, but Zari does.]
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[His tone's not particularly accusing, even if his words are. His eyes haven't lost that alert, watchful look.]
I mean, call me a moron if I'm wrong about this, but even I know androids aren't supposed to show preferences about anything. They aren't even supposed to have preferences, specially not when a human needs to get all up in their circuits and shit. Kinda thought any technician working in the last, uh, ten, twenty years onward woulda known that, even the shitty ones.
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[Her tone is a bit dry, and her eyes remain on the screen.]
You can't create something designed to think and draw conclusions and imitat human life and not expect things like feelings to come along with it.
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He stretches out his legs, a slow, relaxed movement, trying to put as much of himself as he can between her and the door.]
Guess you got a point. Hey, someone with your kinda experience, I bet you could help me a lot with a couple cases I’m working on. Tech shit, you know, I don’t know shit about all that crap. How do you feel about heading to my office, letting me pick your brain a little? Bullpen’s right down the hall.
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Sure. Anything I can do to help.
[Then she holds out a hand.]
Zari.
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[He says it - and this next part - while his hand’s still moving slowly toward hers. He wants to see her reaction before he commits to the handshake, cause the way this fucking case is going she’ll end up being an android who’ll use the grip to give him a kung fu toss over her shoulder before she runs for it.
Maybe he’s seen too many movies. He hopes that’s it. But he’s being cautious.]
Currently investigating android deviancy. I’m sure you’ve got a lot to say to me about that.
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Guess it depends on your definition of deviancy.
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Well. If you got a definition of your own you wanna tell me, I’m all ears.
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