S C A N ~~ C O M P L E T E

      ►Let’s just hope she doesn’t          burn off all of her hair,          am I right? She should          really tie that up, it’s           a hazard! So yes, you’ve          been told you’re comfy,          but have you ever been told          you look like a marshmallow          with arms and legs?◄

"I agree. She is not exercising caution when it comes to working around chemicals. Her hair is very long, and if it happens to get into a chemical, there are many dangers that could occur. And, yes, I have been told that, as well. It is my huggable design that makes me look as such."

    ►I’m right there with ya, buddy.        Honey’s got some cool stuff in        there,  but  she  told  me  it        would burn off all my body        hair  if  I  touched  it,  and        I’m  not  taking  that  chance.        You’re a comfy guy, y’know that?◄

"It is a good idea to refrain from touching her chemicals. I would not wish for you to be injured, or die. I have been told that I am comfortable, yes. That is the reason Tadashi designed me the way he did."

                              — - ❝Z e r o!! I do not need your help!                                                 just don’t touch it again.❞   

        "You seem distressed. And your pain          is not nonexistent if it hurt when I touch          it. On a scale of one to ten-"

                                — - ❝Yes, very much, so S T O P poking it!!❞   

                "On a scale of o n e to t e n, how would you rate your pain?"

    ►Yo, Baymax, can I snooze here?     Honey   wouldn’t   let  me   sleep     on    that    chair    in    her     lab  because  she’s  got some     dangerous chemicals out and     needs  to   f o c u s,   so  I     came in here with you!◄

"Of course you may sleep there. I do not mind. It is better if you sleep on me than to sleep near dangerous chemicals, which could lead to injury, or death. Health and safety are important."

"What…what exactly are you?" Loki questioned as he stepped towards the creature that looked not unlike a balloon mixed with a marshmallow.

"I am Baymax. Your personal healthcare assistant," the robot replied, waving his hand in a circular motion. "I was alerted of your distress when you made a noise of pain. On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"

           Collapsing into his desk chair, he scooted forward and looked at            the blinding brightness of his computer screen. He scooped up            a pastry from the plate Baymax had set down, taking a bite of it            right as the robot suggested a “cure” for his problems. “I’ve got            work to do. Why else do you think I grabbed all this?”

Baymax looked down at Hiro, camera eyes blinking as he observed the boy. "Which would be more helpful in declining your pubescent mood swings? The work or the sleep?" he questioned, monitoring his scan of Hiro as he waited.

             “Sure. It’ll definitely help my mood swings if you’d be quiet, too,”               he whispered.

        Upon arrival, he set the plate down on Hiro's desk, moving to stand at the side of it. "You must get sleep in order to decline your pubescent mood swings, Hiro."

             “Y’know what? Yeah. Sure. Knock yourself out.” Hiro handed him               the plate of goodies, then began ushering him back away from               the kitchen. “Take these upstairs.”

                When the plate of food was pressed into his hands, he held it on his palms, moving towards the stairs at his ever-so-efficient speed. "Will this help your pubescent mood swings, Hiro?"

→ “Yes, good. That’s great.” He waved his hands in a silencing gesture before his attention drifted to the surrounding cabinets. Hearing Baymax’s voice again, the boy cast him a quick glance. “I’m fine. Why are you even down here?”

"Would my being upstairs improve your pubescent mood swings? Your brain waves seem to be becoming erratic again," Baymax pointed out, looking down at Hiro. "Your hands seemed full, it seemed to me that you required help. I am here to help."