[He’s still as she begins to comb his hair. Connor finds it a strange sensation, having someone else do this for him. It’s easier to be more acutely aware of the feeling of the comb’s teeth against his scalp, the sensation of it running through damp hair, when he isn’t the one doing it.

It isn’t bad, per se.

He glances up at her, through wayward strands.]

Of course. There’s an irony in there somewhere. That an android’s mind possesses exponentially more processing power than a human’s, and yet experiencing the full extent of five — or six — senses at once would be debilitating at first.

[A little smile.]

Just another difference between us.