If Connor had all his software intact, he'd be able to scan the woman and discover the synthetic nature of her. As it is, he's flying a bit blind, and it's a bit disorienting.

He turns to face the woman, tilting his head a little as he surveys her rather frayed appearance. Her words, however, definitely catch her attention. The security feeds. Of course! Perhaps it's a sign of how out of sorts he is that he didn't think of that before.

"Right. Good idea," he replies, moving to follow her, "Whoever has us has tampered with my programming, but I'll do what I can."