He watches the expressions flitting over her face, and initially it doesn't sound like something worth what seemed to be so much consideration. Dualis, or Connor's own world as he remembers it - only maybe twenty or thirty years ago, before androids, before everything was automated and mechanised into glass and neon.

But the outburst - that, he doesn't expect, and his eyebrows draw in.

"What do you mean?" he asks softly. He's conjuring ideas in his head based mostly on his own experience - a bright and well-functioning society hiding an angry, impoverished workforce displaced by slaves; the desperation of those in power to keep that status quo - but nothing based in his experience has been very on the mark here so far.

Maybe he's being nosy, maybe she was being vague on purpose. But if he doesn't ask...