[ connor glances up as he's addressed, still trying to run analysis on the chemical composition of the slime. thus far, he's not able to make much sense of it, but he retains hope that he will given time to add additional data to his memory. ]

That would be impossible. [ he rises to his feet, turning to face the other man, which brings the model and identification number embroidered on his jacket into stark relief. ] I'm an android, I can't get sick. [ his head tilts faintly, and he glances back down at the little slime again, which has now sidled up closer to try to catch connor's attention once more. ] Unfortunately, it seems my analysis was only so useful. I'm still not certain precisely what they're made of.