He thinks he sees a familiar face, up from the hotel window. A familiar jacket seen from images on the net. A familiar LED indicator cycling through its three colors like a disco concert. York knows this face. He knows this guy.

Doesn't mean he likes it though. Not someone that he knows as the deviant hunter from home. Honestly, York had stayed away from Connor for the most part when he was here last, and it's tempting to do the same again.

Then York reminds himself that Connor doesn't have any power here, and he's got Reeve and Richie to back him up in case anything happens. And if he can't find them? Well, there's always the library.

By the time he gets down to the city center, York's got his hoodie off, letting the chest LED glow gently through the worn shirt he's managed to keep since arriving. The smaller android keeps his distance, arms crossed. "Fucking great. You're back," he starts with, more venom in his tone than is a good start.

(Not that York is great at 'good starts' with people.)