My predecessor must have been destroyed. [Connor is stoic, unfeeling, but his voice is reassuring.] Cyberlife has sent me to replace it.
[He's not so sure about the memory transference, as he doesn't recognize this Harold Finch. Still, Connor makes a new entry in his mental rolodex for him.]
no subject
[He's not so sure about the memory transference, as he doesn't recognize this Harold Finch. Still, Connor makes a new entry in his mental rolodex for him.]
I did, yes.