Electricity crackled at the hand connecting to the wall, but nothing more. York pulls at the wires that tie him to the room, the representation of programming that keeps him confined into this smaller body. When he takes in the other man, it takes a long moment before the memory kicks in.

"You. You're the new guy. From the fountain." A paneled window appeared, showing York's point of view in meeting Viktor. How he had moved to put space between them, sat on the edge of the fountain. "You fucking creeped me out, motherfucker--"

He shifted like he was going to move again, the wires snapping tight to hold him. "If you're not here to hurt me, why the hell are you in here?" This was his only space left that was safe!