[Well that's a suspicious response, but Connor decides to let it go for now. The offer's there, and he might've pressed further if he weren't hoping to rely on her goodwill concerning the very nonhuman feature he's about to demonstrate.

So he just nods, kneeling next to one of the sad plants and picking up a pinch of soil, rubbing his fingers together to let most of it filter out before touching the remaining sample to his tongue. A readout comes up immediately, and he relays the soil's chemical makeup to Rose.]

I'm not entirely familiar with what these plants require to thrive, but perhaps someone else can use the information to tell you if there's something lacking.