"Sorry." Connor apologized quickly, hoping it might calm Hank down a little. Though he wasn't exactly at ease himself. He hadn't meant to 'talk back'. He would have to figure out a different approach to better understanding certain analogies in the future that didn't make Hank think he was undermining him. That would have to wait for now. As Hank bravely spoke with the animals he'd just said not to trust, Connor gently yet firmly took Sumo's collar to pull him into the shade. The dog's temperature had gone very high and while he had an impressive double coat that both insulated him from the cold and kept him cool in the heat, the dog should stay out of the sun until they could find him some water. There were several instances where he wanted to speak up and suggest perhaps a different approach--the animals he kept scanning as Hank flailed at them didn't seem to be privy to their dilemma. Everything was 'normal' to them, this was their home. He pet Sumo gently as the pup whined and wagged his tail--his owner unfairly playing with the creatures.
Connor did some more analyzing. Moreso of the device that was now tucked into his jacket, along with some currency he no longer had. Using his mind, as he no longer needed to touch things to hack them, he scanned the device quickly to find that it was a communications device. A network for everyone who lived here. They were not the only ones who were not natives. And, apparently, this was not the only odd land. Connor continued the conversation over the network within his mind as he stood to his feet, watching Hank deflate. He could do both. "Try taking a look at the device we've been given. I scanned it a little while you were..speaking with the locals. Apparently we're not the only ones pulled here. It's an entire communications network."
Giving Sumo one last pat, the Android scanned the center around them for their 'leader'. He assumed the 'Mayor' title that showed up in front of the yellow dog looking lady meant Isabelle was this leader. Connor tried a warm approach, explaining the situation to her as best he could. Unfortunately, while Isabelle was very polite, she didn't seem to understand what he was talking about.
There didn't seem to be a hint of knowledge of Detroit, or anything outside of their own world. "They don't know anything. All they know is this town, and their day to day. Nothing outside of it." He reported back solemnly, but kept his eyes open and alert as he scanned around them. The data was so inconclusive and utterly lacking. "But the others on the network might. I scanned that many have arrived without consent like us going though entries as far back as three or so weeks. Not all or any others from Detroit. There are other areas. This area spans a total of 16.6 miles. And apparently, it's advised to stay away from any place with a fog."