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ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ (cyberlife) wrote in theconsolelog,

Sarcasm. The use of irony to mock or convey contempt. By definition one would assume it could be easily spotted but since Hank laced it so intricately with his lexicon, most of the time Connor couldn’t discern what he was trying to do. Most usually, insults. He had learned this was how Hank relieves stress, and he was appreciative that it was not directed at him. He took a seat beside Hank at the edge of the fountain, he couldn’t help but smile at his companion’s demeanor. Or the fact he thought Connor could sing. “Don’t worry, that’s not part of my programming. I don’t know how to sing.”

But he could learn, very easily. Not that it would help them right now.

“Finding someplace safe would be ideal. I’m sure coffee can be attained too.” Connor was less certain about the coffee but he needed to placate Hank for now. “I’m afraid that if I reconstruct our steps, it only reflects from the moment we found ourselves here.” He was already scanning the buildings for sustenance, or coffee. Hank needed some good news for the moment. The Android excused himself for a moment to find one of the shops he’d scanned and get Hank a coffee from some very friendly cats, using some of the coins that had appeared.

Connor returned promptly with the coffee, which he had already scanned to make sure of its contents to be sure, he offered it to Hank. “The network recommends here or a more modern area called Cerulean City as ‘safe’. Since the two legged animals aren’t to be trusted, maybe we should try to find the city?”