Whitebark Stream My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife

she'd expected some manner of irritation at Artyom's display, but there is only a warmth in her chest, a press of the familiar desire. but she remains composed, shifting only slightly to brush her shoulder against his, a barely-noticable motion that betrays her desire for nearness. 

but here she is a leader first, and the woman's attention remains fixed on the man. connor. "we do," she affirms, with a dip of her muzzle. "what skills could you offer to us?" she inquires, intent on learning a bit more about who this man is before letting him past the borderline.