Jackson was fairly drunk, but he was fairly certain you didn't need a name to greet anyone. But he wasn't going to cut hairs here, especially when Connor here finally went on with something that actually made sense. Now if there were androids meant for sex, he was a whole lot less surprised.

Bit sad for Connor, but there was no helping that.

"Well, I'm sorry for you, kid," he told him with a sympathetic half smile, and gestured at his temple again. "So what is that thing, if it ain't a detonator or an erogenous zone?"