Of course he was still moving. York wasn't offline yet. It's difficult though, and slow going from both the damage, and the amount of errors that keep popping up despite how much he pushes them out of his sight. People had already tried to rip him apart before - and this felt eerily similar and he hates it - so this isn't new. He hates that it isn't new.

York was supposed to be safe here. Sure, his mouth could get him into trouble. Had gotten him into trouble. Plenty of times. But never this bad. Surely calling someone a few bad names with an attitude didn't warrant being killed.

Before he rounds the corner outside, he gives pause, glaring back towards the strange girl. He didn't even know her name. Didn't even want to know it. The android hopes he never crosses path with this psychotic bitch again. And then he's disappeared around the corner, heading straight for the hotel.

Straight for home.