[Temporarily closing the door behind them, he follows a step or two behind as Fitz makes his way into their home-away-from-home. It isn't a very large apartment, but it's more than enough space for two androids; perhaps the most notable trait of their living situation is the neatness of it all. Nothing out of place, nothing misaligned. Markus, the once-caretaker android, whose priorities were to keep Carl's home safe, clean, presentable; some habits are so ingrained that they become laden into the core of his personality, insurmountable. And Connor's own nigh-militaristic cleanliness only adds to the model-home vibe.

Yet it's not lacking in swaths of personality, a curious eye easily drawn to painted canvases hung up on the living room walls. All done in the same painterly style, bursting with different color palettes, landscapes, portraits, things that are not quite so easily defined. And a small balcony connected to the living room itself, where Fitz might spy the leg of an easel through the glass door.

Yet as for Markus' own curiosities, he can't stop the way his eyes track the hexagonal box that Fitz draws out from his bag.] I'll be sure to hide it away until then. As long as he's oblivious to there being anything to find, it'll be safe.

[Otherwise, good luck hiding something from the detective bot, good lord.]

It'll be an adventure. [He replies to the joke, smile widening. The air between them jovial and light, despite conversations past. Maybe because of them.] And if you survive it, you'll come out stronger on the other side. It'll build character, and you'll turn heads.