[ Erik examines a little more closely, his hand lifting as he traces out the metal workings of his internal structure. There's not as many as one might think, and he can't tell what the rest is. The skin is a total mystery. He suspects there's some sort of silicon involved. Maybe plastic. Probably not stone or ceramic. His fingers extend and his powers grip the metal. Not enough to lift Connor off of his seat, but enough that he moves just slightly, and not of his own free will. ]
Why are you here? What directive are you operating under?
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Why are you here? What directive are you operating under?