"I honestly haven't given much thought to my hair lately," Connor explained quietly, frowning a little bit as he thought about it. "Back home, I had to keep it perfect. Cyberlife dictated my appearance be immaculate as I was their property, represented them, but that's not the case anymore.
Connor glanced down at her hand though, his smile returning.
He brought his hand up, taking hers gently, his fingertips resting against her wrist without pulling his skin back quite yet. "Do you have control of your code at all? Can you see your internal programming? I know that seems like an invasive question, and I'm sorry if it's offensive or frustrating if you can't, but part of interfacing is dropping any possible firewalls to let me in..."
"It's a lot of trust to ask for, and I won't be insulted if you're not ready to give it."