[Scooting over to give him room, Daisy tries to make eye contact with him when he sits down but his back is to her. Leaning forward when he points out the line on his neck, Daisy’s fingertips barely brush against it before she pulls her hand back.]
That’s—-
[A lot to process. It almost sounds fake, but why would he have any reason to lie?]
I saw nothing
That’s—-
[A lot to process. It almost sounds fake, but why would he have any reason to lie?]
So you’re like an android?