"If my previous experience is any indication, it isn't a permanent condition," Connor assured him with a wry smile. "Granted, there's always a possibility this place is different."

Still, he had a point, and Connor cleared his throat lightly and nudged his drink away (still jingling faintly with every movement). "Ah...I suppose my most pressing question is how much you know about this place. The barkeeper isn't the most verbose individual." He paused, a bit hesitantly, but well; one non-human to another. "Technically, I am human, but only because I was made such by the rulers of the previous world I was brought to. In reality, I am an android. Model RK800, created to assist law enforcement in solving cases that involve androids. Deviant androids, specifically."