This is pretty tame by York's initial attitude on his arrival to the city over two years ago. There's enough hostility in his facial expression, even for the teenage face he has currently. Also he makes no motion to get closer.

"Yeah, I don't really give a shit which one you are. You're still the deviant hunter either way. This is a great fucking joke the aliens are pulling on me here." He rolls his eyes and lists his head to the side for a moment before focusing on Connor again.

Inspection of York would show various repairs and some damages, with only the repairs on his lower jaw and neck disguised as raised scarring.

"And no, you may not. It doesn't matter here, does it? I'm not a Cyberlife model, and you don't have a police station to go inside of so you can lick humans' boots."