He actually did catch himself looking for a No Androids sign on the way in; not that he was bound to pay attention to it - he was one of the few models that didn't have to pay attention to such things - but the signs told him what kind of atmosphere he was about to walk into.

And the atmosphere is lighter than Jimmy's, and doesn't change in the slightest for Connor walking in. Not a single person notices him. It's mostly the band setting up that holds his attention when he walks in initially, since he's never seen one. He's still looking at it as he takes the seat Hank offers him.

"Thanks," he says, looking down at some of the first clothes he's ever chosen himself to put on - not for any particular reason or because he was told to, just because. "There are a lot more rules to dressing than I realised so I thought I'd just start simple."

And, looking at Hank, "And you finally look normal."

Actually not in uniform, is what he means, but then he scrunches his face a little and half winks.

"Sort of." Because nobody in that bar is wearing a shirt quite like Hank's.

He gets the bartender's attention and orders a whiskey on the rocks - then looks at Hank. "That's OK for you, right?"