Photoreal cinematic still, vertical 9:16, natural like a frame of a modern comedy series shot on a phone, with NO on-screen interface, no text, no timestamps. The same room, light and composition as image 3 (a small Brooklyn apartment at night: exposed brick, a wooden desk by the window with an open laptop, warm table lamp, city lights). The man is exactly the man of image 1 (Leo: curly dark hair, short dark beard, navy hoodie over a white t-shirt), sitting on a wooden chair at the desk on the LEFT, half-turned RIGHT. The android is EXACTLY the android head of image 2 — the same face, the same transparent glass dome full of black modules and cool white LEDs, the same exposed titanium mechanical neck, the same graphite ribbon cables and the same faceted black base — standing on the RIGHT end of the desk by the window, her face turned LEFT toward Leo, about one metre from him. Replace the old android of image 3 completely. Warm lamp light, cool laptop glow, faint white glow inside her dome. Both mouths closed. Exactly these two, nobody else.
