[Connor moves closer, embracing the SQUIP because that smile went straight to his artificial heart, then pulls away and apparently starts to scour the sea bed for something. It doesn’t take long before he picks up a large pearly shell, smooth on one side and rough on the other, and he swims to the SQUIP and holds it out. A present.]

Would you like it?

[His strange, glowing eyes still hold that earnestness in them as he waits to see what it thinks of his gift.]