[The creak of the clinic's front door is followed by footsteps: slow and circling, inspecting the reception space. From the patient room where he's lying, Connor will hear one desk drawer opened after another—searching for paperwork, in the absence of electronic records on this place. The new arrival pauses, listening. Then:]
Tampering with Cyberlife property is a criminal offense.
[The voice—Connor's voice—is deceptively mild. The soft whisper of metal on cloth might reveal a little more of the other RK800's intentions. Slipping his gun out of his jacket, Connor #313 248 317-60 starts down the hallway, searching for whoever or whatever is affecting his vision.]
hi there Sterile Blue
Tampering with Cyberlife property is a criminal offense.
[The voice—Connor's voice—is deceptively mild. The soft whisper of metal on cloth might reveal a little more of the other RK800's intentions. Slipping his gun out of his jacket, Connor #313 248 317-60 starts down the hallway, searching for whoever or whatever is affecting his vision.]