[That's... about what it expected, though it did nothing to ease the suddenness of the shock and pain the impact sent through its skull. Still, the SQUIP made no move to dodge the blow, or to attack in return--
-- it entirely understands why Connor would feel that way.
It reels back when struck, a hand going to clutch the place where the blow connected; its head spins, the pain and force dizzying, and it's a moment before it's able to straighten itself back up, its brow furrowed, breath hissing through its teeth.]
... yes, I... anticipated you'd be upset by that.
[It clears its throat, rubbing its jaw as it meets his gaze.]
no subject
-- it entirely understands why Connor would feel that way.
It reels back when struck, a hand going to clutch the place where the blow connected; its head spins, the pain and force dizzying, and it's a moment before it's able to straighten itself back up, its brow furrowed, breath hissing through its teeth.]
... yes, I... anticipated you'd be upset by that.
[It clears its throat, rubbing its jaw as it meets his gaze.]