[He has just finished interpreting the data when all of a sudden, he’s pushed away via big squishy bear. Connor looks confused for a second, then turns his head to look at Ai. At least he doesn’t have his finger in his mouth now.]

I don’t eat. You’re referring to the paint?

[He holds up his finger, still stained with a faint blue.]

I was taking a sample of it. I was curious of its composition. [This conversation seems familiar...] I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you.