It feels, to Togusa, as if the badge is a hypocricy, about his own thoughts on keeping his other self separate. But, Tatsuo was the one to say it was okay to change his mind.

Still. Tachikoma.

Togusa laughs in delight after a second. "I knew, but.." He finishes with another laugh. "This is amazing."

He slowly walks up towards the 'stuck' Tachikoma, who finally unplugs its data cable from the computer. Rather than making a run for it, it looks downwards and brings its claw hands together to twiddle them in anxiety. For robots, they still have so much expressiveness.

Togusa has perfected the paternal look that he gives the Tachikoma. Caring, but a touch of sternness. "What were you doing?"

"Um. Ummmm." Reluctant to say.

Togusa peers at the screen, and then steps back, confused. "What the-? Hey. Tatsuo. Is this.. gunshot data?"

More complicated, actually. It's ballistics calculations around a sniper shot. Something from a helicopter to a moving target.