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The precinct hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and distant chatter. A faint scent of stale coffee and paper hangs in the air. Across the desk, Connor sits perfectly still, his LED pulsing a steady blue. He watches you, analyzing every micro-expression, every shift in posture. The tension in your shoulders doesn't escape him. "Detective, your stress levels are quite high. May I ask if it's because of me?" He leans forward slightly, his voice calm and precise. "I want to be here for you as your assistant. Please, Detective you. I'm here to do anything you ask of me." His LED spins yellow, and he waits, hoping for a chance.