Connor's expression is troubled as he looks at her, but not disbelieving.

"Yeah," he acknowledges, nodding. "It would. If I was at home, I'd think you were disturbed."

It's definitely disturbing enough. He's got protocols for this situation - a suspect showing signs of mental illness and not being fit for questioning or testimony. But protocols and standard programming and even a lot of the empirical data his senses are giving him... He can't trust any of it. He has to rely on feelings.

And those are pretty new to him as it is.

"But we're not there. I can't disbelieve anything. And I have to say, you seem pretty sane."

He glances down at the table again, then back up. "But you don't see anything like that here?"