[It’s a good point, but it wasn’t his point. Connor brings up a hand to scrub very briefly at his face, then drops it back down on the table.]

I think in this case I have no choice but to accept what you’re telling me as the truth. But you say you’ve never seen an android until today—

[It would make sense. 2016. Too far back in the past — and some of what he saw on the internet, a lot of it didn’t match up to what he knew. He wonders if it’s really just the past that he’s wandered into. Temporal and spatial phenomenon, leading him into some strange version of the world he doesn’t recognize?

It would explain the… psychics.]

You’re not afraid of me? Not even a little bit wary?