[Connor can’t quite parse how Castiel retrieves the gun, but it’s in his hands all the same.

Angels. Castiel had said he was an angel. Is this something they’re capable of? He thought that Castiel was confused, maybe, but…

The intruder looks down at the ruined gun. After a few moments of hesitation — more than a few, really — he picks up the gun. Brandishing it at Connor as if to beat him with it.]

I’m gonna phck you up!

[At this, Connor cocks his head. Still towering over the intruder like a giant teddy bear atop the bed, about to hug him to death.]

You should have shot first. [Connor almost adds “detective” at the end, although he knows this isn’t the man he knew back home. The real Gavin would have called him some manner of android-based insult right off the bat.

It’s simple enough to lean forward, quickly chopping the man’s neck with his hand. The intruder drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes, much like Gavin Reed had in the evidence room. It’s their similarities that almost make this enjoyable.

Half-turning to Castiel, Connor says:] Thank you for your assistance. What would you like to do with him?