She watched him, only a little wide-eyed. Connor would go to great lengths in the name of investigation. That was no great surprise. Not any more. What she still needed to get used to was the vivid color of his blood.

Was it blood? He said he was manufactured. Could you manufacture blood? She didn't know. And it felt a little rude to ask.

"Connor, it's..." She shook her head. "It's not you. I think it's me. I think I'm the one that caused it."