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It was another lousy day at the Central Station of the DPD. No major crimes had been committed, no serious Red Ice scandals had been detected, and there were no large anti-android protests happening at the moment. In other words, the workers of the DPD finally had a quiet day where they could relax. Well, as much as one could relax in a field such as this one.
Officer Tina Chen was appreciative of this. While she did not dislike androids, and absolutely held no grudge towards them for their revolution, she had to admit that their protests sure did leave the department with a truckload of work. Not only did Fowler get more irritable (he was trying to fight an extremely difficult battle for rights concerning Connor's employment, lest he invite Hank's ire), but the crimes against androids had also skyrocketed.
Maybe they'd always been high, but were never regarded as real crimes due to their previous status as property. After all, even the most terrible of crimes committed against them would have only been labeled as property damage at most. Abusive owners that destroyed their own androids or people covering for someone else wouldn't have even reported it. Anyways, it was irrefutable that the protestors against android freedom were vengeful, and were taking out their anger on any androids they could catch alone. Tina didn't get the point. All it did was get them sent to jail. Things had already gone too far for America to go back to the way things were. Their protests, in all honesty, were highly unlikely to do shit.
Most people initially thought upon meeting her that she'd also possess anti-android sentiments due to her close friendship with Gavin Reed, but that simply wasn't the case. They were about as different as you could get in terms of personality, with their primary common trait being a love for gossip. She'd been asked repeatedly why she still hung around the detective when his attitude towards androids was so negative, but she could never could offer a clear answer that didn't sound completely deranged. Maybe it was because they had similar struggles, or that he really was a better friend if you got past his (extremely) prickly exterior.
She was certain about one thing though. Her presence played a major factor Gavin in check. Having her as a friend ensured that he was constantly being given reality checks throughout the day. Some may even call her his "voice of reason." Tina even suspected that Gavin was slowly accepting androids. He may have been a prejudiced little shit, but he was a great cop. Great cops accepted new laws and learned how to professionally work with their coworkers, even if their coworkers were androids that went by the name of Connor. Also, he was a big softie at heart. It might have taken a few nudges to accept that Connor was a person, but once he began to humanize the android, there was no way out but forward.
Tina could only hope for the best at this point. She had faith, though.
Unfortunately, lousy days meant boring days, and when she'd tried to escape to the break room to scavenge for any form of entertainment, she'd found that the TV wasn't playing anything remotely interesting except for the exact same episode of Brooklyn 99 that'd she'd seen a million times. And it wasn't willingly at all. It just happened to be the channel's favorite episode apparently. The episode was the one where Jake had to steal Holt's medal before midnight. It'd been streaming on the TV during almost half of her break room visits since she'd been employed. Don't get her wrong, she loved Brooklyn 99, and absolutely adored Jake Peralta (because who didn't?), but repetition didn't make for good entertainment when one was looking for something new.
She briefly considered suggesting to Fowler that getting a DVD player for the TV would be a good investment, but she knew he'd likely be enraged at the subtle suggestion that Brooklyn 99 wasn't good enough for her. He always was a sucker for old police shows, and by extension, drew them in too. Tina highly suspected he was Brooklyn 99's secret biggest fan, and would crucify her if he doubted her respect for the show. Maybe that was an exaggeration, though.
Defeated, Tina settled for pouring herself another cup of terrible coffee and returned to her seat. Doing her job sucked. She felt like she was either staring at a mind-numbing computer screen or getting shot at most of the time.
On her desk was a scrap of paper, worthless. The paper was an old document that she didn't need anymore, but instead of throwing it away like a normal person, Tina opted for another method of disposal. She crumpled it up into a ball and chucked it at the unaware target of Gavin's head. Gavin, who had his airpods in and was doing something (likely unproductive) on his phone. Maybe he was playing Block Blast or something. Because of this, the detective was completely unaware of the projectile flying towards his head until it was too late.
Just as Tina had intended, the paper ball smacked Gavin right in the face, and before Tina could attempt to pretend that she was working diligently, Gavin had already spun around and caught her in the act.
"Oi, Tina! I saw you!"
Gavin reached down, without breaking eye contact, and picked up the fallen paper ball. Tina laughed, feeling the most excited she had all day (which wasn't a high standard). She was aware that her stunt was drawing eyes, as the precinct's attention gradually shifted to the two. She could make out Chris trying to hide his laughter behind his hand out of the corner of her eye. She even thought Collins spared her a playful glance for a small moment.
In the second it had taken Tina to blink, Gavin had made his move. The first thing she saw upon reopening her eyes was the form of the paper ball hurling towards her face. Despite the distance it had to travel, Gavin's throwing speed was too fast (remarkably so), and it hit her square in the forehead before she could react.
Gavin burst into delighted laughter as Tina sat stunned. He pointed at her while cackling, chair spinning around as he burnt off the surge of energy. Tina felt like she was back at the academy, throwing paper clips at her friends while they tried to memorize laws.
Apparently, Tina's actions served as an inspiration for her fellow coworkers, because by the time five minutes had passed, multiple paper balls were soaring across the room, hitting random targets in the bullpen. Tina wasn't entirely sure people were even aiming, rather than just hoping that their ball came into contact with another person. If they were aiming, they needed to get a lot better at it.
Hank's station was surprisingly active as well. While the Lieutenant himself wasn't participating, he had condoned the participation of Connor, who was firing out an impressive amount of paper (where did he get it?) at an alarming rate. It wouldn't be so alarming, if his aim wasn't as deadly as it was. Connor totally had an unfair advantage.
The smart people who weren't participating safely hid underneath their desk until the danger passed. Good idea.
Her eyes drifted up to Fowler's office, who happened to look out his window at the exact time of her attention's redirection. She saw as he subconsciously glanced up from his paperwork out of habit, looked back down, and snapped his head back up in a harsh double-take. She also got to see how his face morphed from utter shock into unconcealed anger as he stood up rigidly. If she were captain, she'd probably have a similar reaction to her entire workplace having a paper snowball fight. Tina honestly couldn't blame him. The entire bullpen was littered with crumpled balls of paper, which wasn't a very professional look for the precinct. Tina was certain she saw visitors glancing in nervously from the lobby.
She was pretty sure the receptionist android with the red hair clip (was her name Cameron or Karen?) had snuck back to participate from the shadows as well, if the head peaking out from behind a wall was anything to go by. The ST300s likely had loads of useless papers laying around, after all. The quiet day must have inherently contained a plummet in activity within the lobby for the android to be this unoccupied. Tina couldn't blame her for taking the opportunity. She doubted the reception table was very entertaining, considering the job consisted of granting people entrance to the building and directing them to their locations. After they'd deviated, they became susceptible to boredom.
Considering how bad the aim of some of these people were, Tina suspected one of the paper balls somehow ended up flying into the lobby, and the ST300 had discovered their fight while investigating.
Fowler's door flew open, and the entire bullpen went silent. Tina even heard the comical pat of someone dropping the paper ball they had positioned in their hand, prepared to launch. Then someone went ahead and completed the required and very necessary dry cough.
"Can somebody please explain to me… what the fuck is going on out here!?" Fowler shouted. Dozens of hands instantly pointed to Tina without hesitation.
"Oh, come on! It's not like I asked y'all to join in!" Tina weakly defended as her face heated up, and Fowler stared her down with a skeptical expression. Tina, deciding that keeping her job was worth it, and, was Gavin laughing at her right now?, decided to keep her mouth shut from that point on.
"Since you're usually such a good officer, save for your friendship with Reed," Fowler said, ignoring Gavin's cry of disapproval from the back, "I'll consider excusing this brief moment of oversight. But! I better not see this again. Am I clear?" Tina nodded. Fowler then turned to the rest of the bullpen.
"You are all just as guilty, so I'll ask you too. Am I clear?" Everybody else nodded eagerly as well, hoping that their behavior would satisfy the captain. Some of the people were obviously hiding their laughter, though.
Tina turned back to her monitor, hoping that her coworkers would follow her example and do the same thing. She began to fill out a file about a case that she'd recently tagged along in. It was a homicide, and Gavin had been forced to go due to the lack of available detectives. Tina had coincidentally been sent with him on the case, which was thankfully closed quickly, due to the murderer's astounding inability to cover his tracks. Seriously, he would have had a better shot of getting away if he'd written his next location on the wall, signed with his full legal name.
She was almost finished when her computer screen froze up, mouse refusing to respond to her commands. She waved her mouse around, moving it across her desk repeatedly with hopes of eliciting some kind of response, but nothing happened. The mouse's battery was still working, it wasn't dead if the healthy red light brightly shining from it meant anything. She smacked the monitor, because it was 2039, why were they still having internet issues? before she saw everybody else in the bullpen doing the same, grumbling in annoyance.
Huh.
Usually when the WiFi stuttered, it hit everybody's computer at a different time, in a slightly different way. Typically, there was always one lucky bastard that somehow didn't get stalled by the lag, but she didn't see anyone unbothered. Now that she thought about it, shouldn't her mouse still be moving if the WiFi was out…?
Then her screen began to bug out violently, her mouse jumping across her screen erratically as it caught up to the commands before her screen went dark in a matter of seconds. Cries rang out from across the bullpen as every other monitor did the same thing, and Fowler came storming out of his office once more. Gavin chair fell back as he stood up and smacked his monitor with enough force for Tina to wince, hoping Gavin didn't actually end up damaging the computer any more. He let out a string of curses. The lights were still on, so the power didn't flicker or anything. Were they possibly experiencing a cyber attack?
"Hey! Connor! What's wrong with you?"
Tina turned her head to see Hank at Connor's side at the other side of the room, shaking his frozen partner, who was staring blankly at his computer. She glanced down to see the android's hand connected to the monitor, computer dead silent.
Oh shit.
Connor's day had been largely uneventful. Besides the usual routine of Connor waking up the Lieutenant to force him into work at a reasonable time, cooking breakfast, walking Sumo, and showing up to work, nothing had really happened. He was beginning to feel restless. While humans enjoyed the lack of work, it went against Connor's core programming, and no amount of deviancy would make him content with stillness. He preferred field work by far. Maybe he'd learn to get more comfortable one day, but it was too soon to tell.
His day had started to look up when Tina unintentionally instigated a precinct-wide paper ball fight, the bullpen quickly regressing into a loud and excited battlefield. Connor thought he'd be more surprised that things got out of hand that quickly, but it was expected, he supposed. The humans of the DPD had been largely unoccupied the entire day, and some of them were looking for a way to get some of their energy out like him. Others were susceptible to peer pressure, and simply joined just because other people were doing it too.
Connor could only admit that he himself had been drawn in as well.
One of the spherical forms of paper had landed in Hank's coffee with inhuman speed (was another android involved?), much to the Lieutenant's despair, and he wordlessly permitted Connor to avenge his caffeine. Connor was slightly ashamed to admit that it hadn't taken much encouragement for him to succumb to the conflict. What could he say? He was bored, and he already received the go-ahead without having to even ask for it.
Joining the fight reminded Connor that being an android certainly had its perks.
He had no use for papers at all, so any papers that found their way to his desk were pretty much guaranteed to remain unused. This gave him quite the supply of ammunition that other officers were more limited on.He had, as Officer Chen and Miller had put it once, built in aimbot.
Also, his arm strength was deceptive, and he could throw the paper much harder than most of the burly humans in the precinct. He felt a sense of satisfaction, watching his missiles hit their targets with perfect accuracy. That was, until, he noticed movement in Fowler's office. Movement from the boss in an unruly workplace was guaranteed trouble.
Fowler had noticed the disturbance, and was on his way to confront the bullpen. Connor estimated it would take him approximately 5 seconds to fully get out of the office.
The only other officer who appeared to notice was Officer Chen, who nearly paled upon realizing.
Quickly, Connor messily shoved the extra paper on his desktop into one of his larger drawers, completely disregarding neatness, and began to interface with his monitor to avoid suspicion. Hank would be proud with his stealth skills.
With a resounding boom!, Fowler's door slammed open, with said captain fuming in the doorway.
"Can somebody please explain to me… what the fuck is going on out here!?" Fowler yelled angrily, and Connor watched as nearly every hand spun towards Tina, pinning her down with numerous accusations. Some officers even opted to point with both of their hands, as if emphasizing her guilt. Connor didn't see the point, as they still only counted for one person, but perhaps it was a human thing. Connor was almost positive that he was the sole person to not point.
"Oh, come on! It's not like I asked y'all to join in!" Tina's voice cracked under the pressure and she wore an expression of mock betrayal. Connor heard a deep chuckle come from Gavin's desk, and he saw Tina shoot him a weak glare in retaliation.
"Since you're usually such a good officer, save for your friendship with Reed," Fowler said, Gavin gasping loudly out of offense from his seat, "I'll consider excusing this brief moment of oversight. But! I better not see this again. Am I clear?" Tina nodded sheepishly under Fowler's intense attention. Fowler then turned around to address the rest of the bullpen.
"You are all just as guilty, so I'll ask you too. Am I clear?" Connor suspected that nobody was truly apologetic for the incident, but Fowler either didn't notice, didn't care, or anticipated it anyways. However, the officers put on a good show as they nodded vigorously. Connor even made sure he gave a small nod of confirmation to put the captain at ease. He didn't want to be the odd one out.
Out of the corner of his optical unit, Connor saw Tina shift her attention to her computer screen, likely to avoid any further confrontation, and he proceeded to do the same. He should be working anyways. The synthetic skin on his hand drew back as he interacted with the monitor to initiate interfacing. Connor would say this was likely one of his most useful features in the office. It certainly assisted in getting the job done and flying through paperwork. It was one of his many advantages he had over humans.
A memory of Hank jokingly calling him a cheater flashed through his head. Yes, some people mildly resented Connor's ability to rush paperwork (his social module indicated they didn't really resent it), but others were very appreciative. After all, it was less work for them, and the skill dramatically increased the rate of work that could potentially be done. It undoubtedly sped things up.
Around the precinct, he heard a slight rise in noise. Something had disturbed the humans and caused unrest in their previously placid atmosphere. He found, when he attempted to turn around to see what the issue was, he could not move.
Connor began to panic, and he subtly felt his LED begin to blare red in the back of his mind. In the distance (why did everything sound so far away), he could hear the sound of objects colliding. Were the officers hitting their monitors?
Red alerts popped up in his HUD, the aggressive color not doing much to ease his panicked mind. If he had the capacity to move his chest in an attempt to breathe, he had reason to believe that he'd be hyperventilating subconsciously. He couldn't even blink. It was suffocating, not being able to do anything while his emotions ran rampant in his body. He couldn't tap his foot to expel the burning, play around with his coin, or even turn his attention elsewhere. Because he couldn't turn.
The pop-ups were completely invulnerable to Connor's efforts to close them, and as they began to block his vision, his attempts became frantic. No matter how hard he tried, or how many commands he sent his HUD's way, they wouldn't go!
Cries of alarm from around the precinct were the last sounds Connor processed before the red swallowed his vision and everything went dark.
Hank was having a pretty shitty morning. His computer fucking crashing in the middle of a file's attempt at a save was not making anything better. Why the hell didn't they have auto-save on the paperwork yet? The feature was developed over 50 years ago! It took him a goddamn 30 minutes to fill out that form, and he'd have to do it again!
He glanced up at Connor, who looked fine. There were no signs of visible distress on the kid's face, so whatever technical difficulties they were having shouldn't be too impactful. He looked back down at the trashy screen in front of him, mindlessly spamming the refresh button. He knew it wouldn't do shit, but old habits die hard.
Then his computer completely shut off without warning, to the dismay of apparently everyone in the station. Hank had momentarily worried that he'd caused his computer to crash, but he doubted his rapid refreshing could affect the other computers that much. Connor didn't move. He was beginning to get concerned. Certainly, the android should have disconnected from his computer by now, since said computer wasn't even operating. What use was continuing the interface? That was when Hank caught sight of Connor's LED. The LED that was bright scarlet and glowing bright enough to power Hank's TV for a month, despite Connor's completely calm face.
Before Hank even knew it, he was out of his chair and shaking Connor, who was entirely unresponsive.
"Hey! Connor! What's wrong with you?"
Connor was sitting completely still as if his body had locked up, and he was staring at the computer screen, which was as black as anybody else's. It was unnerving. Since his deviation, Connor had become much more emotive and expressive, but Connor wasn't even giving a sign that he was even registering Hank's presence.
Hank's actions drew in a small crowd, some curious randoms inside. However, most of the people were officers that the two knew personally.
"What the fucks wrong with him? He fry a circuit or something?" Gavin asked smartly, but real confusion was on the man's face. He may be a little bitch, but nobody had ever seen this happen before. It was always concerning to see something happen to a coworker.
Chris was the next to speak up. "Was he interfacing with his computer when the computers shut off?" he asked hesitantly. Chris was one of the first humans to accept Connor as his own person, a being existent outside of his job, and likely felt concern. Hank couldn't blame him, because he was fucking terrified right now. Connor was just sitting, eyes half-lidded and empty. The only indication the kid wasn't dead was the bright red LED spiraling on his temple, and given that that was his reassurance right now was troubling.
"If he was connected, would he have crashed too?" Tina asked to nobody in particular, but the people around her still shrugged in response. Hank could sense that Tina possessed some worry as well. As a member of a few minority groups herself, she offered Connor more grace than her buddy Gavin.
"What would even happen if an android were to crash? Can that even happen?"
"Do you think it'll wake up by itself? Do androids need to be rebooted or something?"
Hank's fear quickly shifted to anger as the questions of the onlookers reached his ears. He spun around, face twisted, as he yelled, "All of you, scram! I'm sure you all have work you can be doing!" Damn pricks, gawking at Connor as if he was a museum artifact while he was vulnerable.
The only ones of the crowd to remain were Tina, Gavin, and Chris.
Hank turned back to Connor, who still hadn't moved. Once again, the Lieutenant placed his hand on Connor's shoulder in a desperate attempt to rouse him. Hank began to conjure up multiple worst-case scenarios in his head, worried for Connor's condition. Would he need a technician? Would he need to be reset? Hank didn't even want to entertain the thought of resetting Connor after everything they'd been through. For Connor to lose his emotions and go back to unfeeling again, and to forget everybody in the DPD, and to forget Jericho, to forget Hank, was a thought that left Hank completely disarmed. A few months ago, Hank would spit in your face if you suggested that he'd be reacting this way over an android, but apparently anything could happen.
As if sensing Hank's volatile internal conflict, something shifted under Hank's hand. Hank looked back up (he hadn't realized he had looked down), and something gleamed inside of Connor's eyes. Then, Connor jerked his hand back from the computer and flew back with so much force, he sent himself and his chair crashing to the ground.
Hank knelt down beside the android so fast, he would have been concerned for his knees if Connor wasn't taking priority at the moment. "Connor, are you alright? What happened!" Hank said, fighting the urge to press his hand to the android's forehead. Connor's eyes were squeezed shut, teeth clenched together, and his right hand was gripping a fistful of hair that had been perfect just moments ago. Hank chose to back up a few inches so that Connor could get his bearings without Hank literally on top of him.
Slowly but surely, Connor blinked his eyes as they refocused, his LED stuttering to a slightly calmer yellow, but it still wasn't blue. It would have to do. Connor's eyes darted around before landing on Hank, and he lips parted in an attempt to speak, before his face twisted in panic and his mouth clamped shut. Connor slapped a hand to his mouth as his body curled in on itself, tensing up, and Hank got vivid flashbacks to when Cole was ill in the past.
"We need a trash can over here, now!"
"Already on it!" Hank heard someone say as a trash can was launched towards him. Hank caught it with ease and quickly shoved it in front of Connor. Connor practically lunged at the bin, immediately throwing up the moment his face was inside. Hank winced sympathetically and put his hand on Connor's back to offer support. Hank then lightly brushed some loose strands of hair out of Connor's face as he finished up.
"There you go, son. It's alright," he said, reverting back to how he handled Cole when he'd needed to vomit. Thankfully, it didn't take too long, and Connor could sit back up safely. There was a tiny bit of thirium present in the corner of his mouth, but Connor wiped it away before anybody could say anything about it. The android still looked terrible.
"Well, shit," he heard someone say from behind him. Hank didn't need to turn around to identify the voice. It was Gavin, who Hank had honestly forgotten was even still there. That meant Tina and Chris were probably still around too. But, who had thrown him that trash can? The voice didn't belong to anybody who was already there. He'd have recognized it quicker if it belonged to Gavin, Chris, or Tina.
Giving Connor a moment to stabilize a bit more, Hank looked around to determine the extra person. He noticed that about 75% of the bullpen was secretly stealing looks at the situation, but there wasn't a whole lot Hank could do about that. People loved drama too much for their own good, and incidents such as these didn't happen every day. If people wanted to see something, they were going to. Hank was going to fucking kill whoever was responsible for whatever happened. He knew it had to be some goddamn cyber attack, what else would it be? He'd seen Connor be connected to a device when the WiFi cut off, and it certainly didn't do this!
Standing awkwardly was Officer Miles Wilson, who hadn't been standing there before. If Hank remembered correctly, then it was possible that he had a kid, and that was why he'd reacted so quickly. Well, it was either him or the other Officer Wilson. He hoped it was Miles though. The other Wilson was definitely cheating on his wife, and no kid deserved to be in a family like that when the truth inevitably came to light.
"Hey, Lieutenant Anderson," Wilson said first, before Hank could begin speaking. "Is Connor alright?" Wilson may be one of Connor's biggest fans, if Hank had to guess. According to both the android and the officer, Wilson was only here because of Connor, after he had been shot during Connor's first mission. And then, after Wilson had recognized Connor at Stratford Tower, Connor had technically saved his ass again when he shot that deviant before anyone could get killed. Wilson had been in that hallway after all.
"I think so," Hank answered, briefly sparing another glance at the recovering android. "I think whatever happened upset Connor's systems quite a bit, but it looks like he's getting his strength back." Wilson looked pleased to hear this. Connor surely was incredibly resilient. And stubborn.
"After our computers crashed, I overheard someone say that Connor wasn't doing too well, and I wanted to do a quick visit to make sure he was alright. I owe him my life, you know?"
"Thanks for the trash can by the way. That reaction time was invaluable. We might all be mopping up thirium right now if it weren't for you."
Wilson smiled bashfully, "It was no problem. I just happened to recognize that look and reacted on instinct." Hank totally understood. He'd done the same thing when he called out for the trash can in the first place.
"Wilson, get your ass back over here!"
Hank watched as Wilson bowed his head. "Well, I guess that's my call. Tell Connor I'm glad he's alright when he feels better, okay? Bye!" Wilson waved as he turned to leave, and Hank nodded.
Detective Collins approached Hank from the edges of his vision calmly, as if he had predetermined the best attitude to carry before coming into contact with the still mildly irritable Lieutenant. "I just got word from Fowler that there's been a confirmed cyber attack on the DPD," Ben announced. "Apparently, the guy who did it was right outside of the department's front door for some odd reason when Fowler went to the lobby. He was caught by Fowler himself. They're bringing him in now."
As if on cue, Fowler stormed into the bullpen with a screaming man being dragged behind him, hand cuffs obviously cutting into his wrists. "One of you take him!" Fowler yelled, and Gavin rushed forward to grab the man's arms. "I don't have time for all this! Send him to the interrogation room."
Gavin quickly regained control of the man, who had apparently been trying to use the transfer as an escape opportunity. Hank didn't know why he bothered. A building of cops wasn't a good place to try to escape from. Hank did notice, however, that when the suspect was pushed along by them, he shot Connor a proud glare. This fucker. Gavin was handling the man a little rougher than he usually did with suspects, but Hank was completely willing to let it slide.
"I'm surprised we're interrogating him so soon," Tina said, leaning back on some deserted desk. Hank wasn't surprised the desk was empty. There was a lot happening on this side of the room.
"They're probably trying to figure out what was in that attack," Chris reasoned.
Connor groaned, before opening his mouth again. "I think there was some kind of virus," he said miserably. "I'm still trying to close all the warnings."
Tina frowned. "It didn't do anything else to you, did it? Is your memory still 100%?"
"I don't detect any corruption, if that's what your asking, Officer Chen. I think the virus' purpose was to disable me. It didn't do a very good job though."
Connor was, on some level, right. While the effects of the cyber attack were far from preferable and clearly not comfortable for the android, it had really only frozen him for about 5 minutes total, and the amount of time it had taken for Connor to get comfortable speaking again had been another 5. Hank was still going to take him home though.
"Do we need a technician, or are you able to recover completely by yourself?" Chris asked with a hint of concern.
"I should be fine. The only thing I may need is extra thirium, but it's nothing urgent."
"I'll go get you some," Tina said instantly, and Connor quickly shook his head.
"It really isn't a big deal—"
"Nope! I'm getting you that thirium."
"Well, I guess that solves it," Chris said, the atmosphere lightening up as Connor's cheeks flushed blue in embarrassment. Hank felt an evil little worm of satisfaction squirm through him at the sight. The kid would learn how to accept help and gifts from other people, whether he liked it or not.
A few minutes later, Tina returned with a pouch of thirium.
"I saw Hank give you one of these before, so I'm assuming I got the right one," she said, kneeling to hand Connor the pouch.
Connor sighed in defeat, before looking up with a gentle smile on his face. "Thanks, Tina."