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All the more reason to go now.

[Looping his bag's strap over his shoulder, he grabs his crutch and gets to his feet.]

I've already got one, so I don't need it. That's all.

[He's acting entirely casual, but what kind of answer is that????????]

[he's going to send Accelerator the translation of the PC's language without asking, all silent aside from a notification sent to Accelerator's device.

his LED circles yellow, then back to blue, as he reaches for the gun to inspect it. he's skilled in handling a variety of weapons, and even if this isn't exactly like the firearms he's come in contact with before, it's near-identical.

also, why does Accelerator already have a gun?]

Oh. [fingers graze over the chamber as he contemplates, then decides - fine. the gun is tucked quietly into the back of his pants, hidden under his jacket. a very human reaction, coming from an android. he's done this before. if this were any other moment, any other time, he'd deny it. but after what the two of them went through, it's better safe than sorry.] I'm grateful for it, even though I hope I don't I have to use it. Thank you, Accelerator.

[His earpiece pings at the notification, and Accelerator takes it out of his pocket and puts it on, silent for a few moments as he skims over the translation. Well, this'll save him some time having to translate it himself. He's still frowning, but only because he's thinking Connor didn't need to help him.

He shrugs at the gratitude, clicking his tongue.]

Whatever.

[... And then because this is Accelerator, he immediately launches into an explanation of the gun. Because of course it isn't a normal gun, and he should be at least semi-responsible and tell him how it works.

(And also because he's chatty, sometimes.)]

It's Academy City technology, so it uses a powder instead of regular bullets. The dials and shit on the sides can be adjusted so it can make different kinds of lethal or non-lethal ammunition, depending on what you need. There's an automatic mode, where its infrared sensor reads your target's composition, solidity and distance and makes the bullet according to that data. You can switch that mode off, though, so it's all manual using the dials.

[This is Connor, so he's assuming he'd prefer the manual option.

With all that said, he jerks his head in the direction of the cafe entrance.]

Now come on. I have more questions. [You're coming with him, broski!!]

I understand.

[no follow-up, because there doesn't need to be. Accelerator is thorough, and it's terminology that Connor understands. he makes a note to practice with it later.

surprised at his invitation, his mouth opens and closes. then, hands press flat against the table as he stands to follow Accelerator out.]

I'll answer them to the best of my ability.

[There aren't that many people in Etraya who Accelerator would trust with a gun, especially one containing Academy City technology. Connor has the background to handle it safely and, well - ... he kind of trusts him, so it'll be fine.

Thankfully, it's only a short walk over to the hospital. As they exit the cafe Accelerator glances around to make sure there isn't anyone in the near vicinity, then reaches up to tap his choker. Might as well start with the big question.]

I'm guessing my file had data on this thing, then?

Some files have more information than others, but they include medical information, personality, likes, dislikes, and short backgrounds of the people here. Your file didn't have information on your choker.

[he's guessing that's probably a good thing. the less the better, in this case. why these mass amounts of personal data are all stored in one place that's possible to access is a bit beyond him. why have them at all?]

Really?

[That's kind of a relief. He would've expected the information to be in there, since Aurora was the one who provided him with this choker. This realization makes him hesitate for a few moments -- since Connor doesn't know, it's dawning on Accelerator that he doesn't actually need to tell him. He could keep details surrounding the choker to himself. For once, he actually has a choice in the matter.

That's pretty rare.

But then, the entire reason he's been withholding certain things about it is because it's both a huge vulnerability, and because he doesn't want to drag Aurora into anything. Connor is one of the few people around here where the latter wouldn't be a problem - if anyone's going to be sympathetic towards her it's Connor, so.... it probably isn't a bad idea to tell him. It's like with Asuka, having someone else know in case something happens is a good cautionary move.

(He is refusing to engage with the thought that this requires a level of trust he rarely gives other people. He's just being practical, okay.)]

It's basically a medical device. [He's keeping his voice low, even as they enter the hospital. Once they do, he makes a beeline for the elevator because he's lazy and it's a lot easier to deal with using his crutch than stairs.] It connects me to Aurora's network to support some of my brain functions, because of my damn brain injury. For obvious reasons, it's not something I make public.

[his eyes flit to the the choker as its mentioned, just once. scanning it doesn't pick up what he's used to understanding. it's a new kind of exchange, with even newer forms of electronic energy.]

I can see that. I didn't understand it at first, but I'm beginning to.

[even if he's been in the hospital more than a handful of times now, he still scans for new devices. cameras, bugs, anything. reflexively, he checks corners of the elevator. his scans aren't noticeable, all done out of his peripheral as he sticks by Accelerator's side.]

You have a device in your crutch to interrupt potential interference.

[Accelerator gives a small. Even back home his choker wasn't a typical kind of technology, so he isn't too surprised Connor was still working it out. This explanation must give him a clearer picture of whatever he's able to pick up via scan.

Hitting the button for the elevator, it opens and he steps in.]

I don't make that public, either. [And thankfully, no one has asked about his crutch.] I built this thing after I had some problems with signal interference back home. If I lose my connection to Aurora's network I'm basically a vegetable. She's the only reason I can walk around and talk like this, so it's important I have back-ups and redundancies in place.

[no, he wouldn't make it public. why would he? Connor hasn't encountered anyone who had higher levels of suspicious activity on Etraya so far, though. stepping onto the elevator and hitting the B button for basement, he comes to a realization: the people taken are widely considered as candidates for good behavior. everyone helps each other in their own way. there hasn't been a case of severe disruption - yet.]

Your secret is safe with me.

[a sly wink at Accelerator as he fishes the quarter from his pocket and begins rolling it over his fingers or flicking it up to catch it again. all parts of calibration while idling, even with their short time in the elevator.]

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[Accelerator sees the wink and just thinks ugh, what a dork. Between this and the emoji... maybe he should explain how uncool it all is.

But then, that would take effort, and it isn't his job to call out adults when they're being giant dorks.

Anyways, he decides to keep on explaining. Connor says he won't tell anyone, and he's going to choose to trust him about that. Logically, it feels like a safe option.]

... Aurora also gave me a portable computer I can use as a back-up, in case my connection to her network is broken. But it isn't as powerful.

[As he explains his eyes trail down to the coin. This is the second time he's seen Connor messing around with it.]

What the hell's with that?

I'm assuming you bring that with you during missions.

[while Damian doesn't trust him, Connor is aware of what information should be hidden or kept secret. he doesn't tell people much, really, and most of his conversations tend to lean in the direction of getting information rather than giving it.

he doesn't look down when Accelerator points out his coin.]

Oh, it's how I calibrate my physical and cognitive functions while idling.

[no other androids do this, it's just a Connor thing.]

Yeah. Better to be cautious when it comes to my brain injury.

[After years of being untouchable it's something he's had to learn fairly quickly.]

Something like that really works?

[He doesn't actually know enough about androids to tell if something seemingly so simple is enough for calibration. But then, there's no way he'd be able to do any neat coin tricks without cheating with his ability, so maybe it isn't so simple.....

Once the elevator dings and arrives at the floor, Accelerator will follow Connor down the hall that leads to the computer terminal. Once they're there he's letting go of his crutch and dropping down into the chair, immediately starting to skim through the file list.]

[one last roll of the coin over the back of his fingers and he's looking down at it, now still in his palm. no one has ever asked that, and he hasn't ever had to explain. it's helped him, more specifically, but other androids don't fidget. he wonders if it's because he's a prototype and more human-like software had been installed.

the coin tricks had annoyed Hank, but everything annoyed Hank.]

It works for me.

[coin is tucked away into one of his pockets. he's quiet until they reach the computer. he's already seen Accelerator's skills with technology, and with his tips it shouldn't take much time for them to break into it again. he'd do it himself, but - well, Accelerator should be the one to sit.]

What else are you hoping to find?

[because as smart as he is, Connor doesn't think Accelerator is smart enough to break past whatever he couldn't.]

I don't know. Right now I just want to look.

[He throws an arm over the back of his chair. Once he's in the files he starts scrolling through, taking a look at all the folder names first before clicking on his to explore.]

You're right about this not having everything on us. It doesn't have my fucking name.

[Whether Echo deemed it unnecessary or couldn't get that far into Academy City databanks to find it isn't clear to him.

Anyways, once he's done skimming his folder he clicks over to Connor's and starts looking through it. He doesn't make any attempt at hiding it, either.]

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