Amanda Stern was a justly named woman from what HK800 - Well, Hank now, he supposed - could gather as he entered the moderately sized, glass office and pulled the large see-through door shut behind him. Why anyone would design a private office with crystal clear glass windows for walls, the android would never know. Privacy was apparently not in the department's dictionary.

Not that the glass walls had anything to hide. The room was frugally decorated. Only two file cabinets stationed in the far corners of the office spoke for wall cover and nothing but the large desk situated in the center of the empty area staked a claim on the unused floor space. A small television hung from a metal arm of sorts lowering down from the ceiling just against the wall running longways undisturbed by the glass doors. The small monitor was tuned to the news channel where a blonde woman was speaking softly.

Amanda sat with a rigid posture to rival that of an android. Her hands lay clasped neatly before her atop her desk where only a single, pale blue vase housing an individual rose was left to cover the sleek, white surface. Her scarlet nail polish caught the cold, white lights poised along the ceiling and reflected the brilliant sheen back with vicious strength.

Her dark hair was twisted into tight box braids dotted throughout with brief segments of robin egg blue and a dash of purple here and there styled neatly into a high french twist. The police captain wore a simplistic black dress suit with little to accentuate it save for a white drape tossed stylistically across her left shoulder and a large necklace composed of a few dozen cubes of varying sizes threaded together in a geometric array. A matching bracelet of similar make wrapped about her right wrist.

Captain Stern's face was not twisted into a scowl of anger nor were her gloss stained lips pulled downwards in an obvious frown. There was nothing dramatic or emotional about the way she regarded Connor as he moved across the room and slowly lowered himself into the white padded chair poised across from her on the near side of the pristine desk.

Somehow the slight, barely discernible glint of disapproval in her eyes seemed far worse.

"This is the third time you've been late to work this week, Connor." Captain Stern spoke coolly, her flowing voice carefully measured in an emotionless tone that gave absolutely nothing away.

"I'm sorry, Amanda." Is all Connor had to offer. The detective kept his gaze locked firmly downwards and his head slightly ducked. The human's curling hair fell over his face and almost obstructing his soft features from where Hank stood unobtrusively at the far wall, head held high and hands clasped behind his back in silent observation.

"Is there something bothering you, Connor?" The police captain prompted. She softened her voice to a the beat of a butterfly's wing and extended a hand to gently brush away the wayward hair fallen over the detective's face. He slowly pulled his gaze back up from the floor to meet the chief's at the touch.

"No, Amanda." Detective Anderson replied a bit too sharply. His lips tugged downwards in the beginnings of a disgruntled frown as his eyes met the woman's and determination hardened his soft gaze. "It won't happen again." Connor promised solemnly, remorse and conviction alike both clearly visible in his unwavering expression. Amanda merely nodded once and pulled back to her original position.

"Good." The woman replied firmly. The softness that was present in her tone naught a moment before was glaringly absent and replaced by an frigid cold as she straightened her back and flicked her gaze to the television still playing softly in the background.

The woman on the screen - a Rosanna Cartland according to Hank's instantaneous facial scan -was giving a dramatic rundown of a confrontation between a famous artist's household android and the man's son. There honestly wasn't much to report, the son, Leo Manfred, had shown aggressive behavior towards his father and the android, some unique RK200 model, had shoved the younger Manfred in a sudden outburst of deviancy. The police had arrived, the deviant had been shot, and both humans had survived with little injury to speak of. Rosanna, however, was making the minor altercation sound like a walking doomsday warning and if the pessimistic frown Amanda Stern was fixing the monitor with was anything to go by, the police chief agreed with the overdramatic newscaster.

"Deviancy," Amanda began solemnly, letting the word drip from her lips like it was a bitter poison that disgusted her to let rest in her mouth for even a moment. "A disease in the wires, spreading like a virus with each passing day." The woman went on. She kept her hard gaze locked on the screen until the very end of her sentence where she suddenly fixed her intense stare on Connor instead. Dark eyes bore into the detective who straightened up and went rigid under the woman's blazing orbs.

"We here at the Detroit Police Department have decided to partner with Cyberlife to bring an end to this mounting problem." Amanda informed professionally, threading her fingers calmly together upon her desk as she spoke. "And they have granted us this android to assist in the investigation." The woman explained evenly, nodding at where Hank still stood watching on as a silent bystander.

All while Connor merely nodded attentively at every word. The guy kinda look like a bobble head with his wild hair bouncing fluidly with every jerk of his neck.

"I want you to investigate this deviancy issue." The police chief asserted, her carefully controlled voice devoid of emotion.

The detective eagerly shifted forward, clasping his hands atop the desk in a mirror of Amanda's own and leaning on the limbs to angle his back in a smooth slope towards the woman. His angular shoulders arched in a stark contrast to the fluid flow of the motion.

"This is an incredibly important case and you're the best this department has, Connor." The woman offered smoothly. A slow smile that never reached her eyes played across her lips as the detective practically preened at the praise, his chocolate orbs glimmering hopefully and his growing grin leaving nothing to guesswork.

"Thank you, Amanda." Connor replied with an impressive level of control. It was a mystery how he kept his soft voice careful and smooth so that it still lilted gently over every word with the absolutely elated beam the words had to fight through to get past his lips. "I won't let you down." The detective promised eagerly, his voice brimming with conviction. He straightened back up in his chair and gave a small mock salute but it was quickly dropped once more with a single sharp glare from the prudish police chief.

"I'm sure you won't, Connor." Amanda agreed sweetly. But suddenly her expression took on a slight sinister edge, an amused glint shining briefly in her dark eyes. It was the first hint of actual emotion Hank had seen since they'd entered the empty room. "Especially not with this android helping you." The woman added with an obviously fake smile, pulling her fingers apart to gesture smoothly over at the HK800 model in question with a single hand in a slow sweep of grandeur.