"Yeah, we used it as a sign only androids could pick up at home. Humans couldn't really see it because they didn't know to look for it. It became a sign of our resistance and for other deviant androids."

York waves his hand in a fan-like fashion to dry the paint quicker. A brow raises up at her request. He studies her for a moment, then pushes the shield a little towards her. "You put any offensive shit on there and I'll throw paint on you."