[Nove? Are you all right?]

[Yes, Connor. Why?]

[... Gavin is pacing around his desk, mumbling and agitated. The temperature in his face is rather impressive.]

Having been given some basic soaps, you were dutifully scrubbing the coffee before it dried and became sticky. [Nudity is a delicate matter for humans, that much is for certain. I believe that, judging by the behavior you are describing to me, Detective Reed has been caught off guard.]

Since you really only needed to wash your head, the entire shower was unnecessary. So you soon shut the water off and paused. Clothing was not optional in society, but supposedly yours had been taken to be cleaned. A little unsure, you ended up internally sending your directive a message, so he knew you were finished.

Two minutes and eleven seconds ticked by before you heard footsteps approaching. "You, uh... you good?" Reed hadn't given you a name, and he didn't expect to have to need one. The situation proved him wrong. "Your shit is still being washed."

Built to clap back, you waited until his temperature reading was close to the heavy curtain. "...... Detective Reed?" you asked quietly.

"... yeah?" Definitely close now.

Flinging the curtain open revealed a human with an astounding capability to freak out. He'd turned away immediately, the dark shade in his face spreading to his ears and down his neck. There was a colorful array of cursing and stuttering, and the male didn't seem keen on standing still. Feigning ignorance to his plight you spoke up. "Detective, if my clothing is still being washed, I'll have to locate an alternative."

"DON'T YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING SHAME?!" he screeched, the sound echoing off the tiled walls.

A curious sensation of mischief crept up slow, but your expression was calm as ever. Hands behind your back, you took a small step closer. "... sir, I hope you aren't forgetting that I was designed strictly for you. That includes my physical features. You are at perfect liberty to look at me."

"That's not the fucking point," Gavin hissed loudly.

"... would you prefer a more private setting?"

A towel was thrown at you swiftly before he turned his back again. "Stay there, I'm gonna find some shit you can wear for now... goddamnit...." The detective stormed off in a huff, unable to get past his burning face to realize that his anger was misdirected. Sure he was aggravated- when was he not?- but it was covered with a thin layer of possession.

Made for me, yeah, sure. Great. She can't just strip down in the middle of the precinct with everyone else staring! I don't fuckin' care if androids feel shame or not, no partner of mine--

Reed stopped in the middle of the room, where they stored the wide variety of lost items. Clothing was a large chunk of it, but he'd been in the middle of going through the female items before stopping.

No. I am not letting this happen. I don't give a fuck if you paid for that rusted dumpster, Eli; I don't need you trying to fucking "help" me.

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By the time you were given proper clothing, your directive seemed to have gotten rid of his momentary glimpse of empathy. Reed barely spoke to you, honed in on his computer, but still too obvious when he shifted himself randomly: you were glanced at every chance he got.

Even if you couldn't feel temperature changes, you were wearing a more appropriate summer outfit. But you still needed shoes, so you'd donned your heels.

So despite Gavin's efforts, the summer outfit that showed an awful lot of skin combined with the heels... you were stared at anyways.

I can't fuckin' do this. I can't. There has to be a way to pawn her off.

The shorter detective lucked out: as you'd walked away to change back into your designated CyberLife outfit, there was a call about a bad situation at the Eden Club. Reed jumped at the opportunity, which surprised damn near everyone.

As you returned to his desk, you were expected, it seemed. "We got a call, there's been a break-in and robbery at the Eden Club. Come on," the male explained, all but running to get to his car.

A robbery wasn't really anything to get excited over, but at a business that offered sex androids? Definitely unusual.

By the time he parked the vehicle at the side of the road, you'd already gone into the mode that your original form had been created for: investigating crime scenes.

Inside the club wasn't really exciting, as far as illegal things went. No bodies, no blood, no murder weapon. Someone had just managed to sneak in and run off with one of the androids. Your directive stepped in front of you to get you to stop walking for the moment. "You know how this shit works, right? I talk to 'em, you... do your computer shit and sort through the evidence."

"Of course, sir," you replied, nodding. The thumping music that typically played had been turned down for the sake of law enforcement. You wandered at your own pace, carefully examining the cage-like glass enclosure that had been shattered. The card reader on the side may have held some clues, but it hadn't been used in several hours. And by now, whoever had broken in and run off might be long gone. But that was your duty: to find out.

[There is no trail of blood or other forms of DNA to trace. The surrounding androids may be witnesses, and we will need to observe the surveillance footage.]

While you worked through the situation, your directive had quietly requested the owner. Slipping away into her office, Reed offered a grin as he spoke in a low tone. "Listen, I am really sorry about this whole mess. Your club really just ends up getting screwed over," he added. "No pun intended."

The owner just rolled her eyes. "Detective, this is just as bad as a murder case. I am still losing my androids, whether they end up killed or just stolen away. Now before you ask, I can give you the video--"

"Yeah, yeah, cameras, sure. Whatever. Listen," Gavin went on, approaching the desk and laying his hands flat on top of its surface. "What if I told you I have a replacement for that android you lost?"