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      He cast his optics down to his datapad, lip curling. More lists. It was much easier when he could just punch his duties done. The datapad was pushed aside over the tabletop, and he tipped his head back ‘till it lay against the back of the booth. "An’ you? You’ve got a place, right?”

      Don’t like that. He’s just gonna back away slowly. We’re good. We’re fine. We don’t need to experience this. 

      ★ Haven’t seen this joker in a while. 

       Right... didn’t recognize this bot. Unfortunately, that just meant that he couldn’t tell whether or not she was important enough to care about. He shook his head faintly, and then turned a more artificially friendly optic band on her. “Can I help you with something?” 

      At least three times now he’d fallen into a light recharge waiting for something to happen down on the surface of the planet. They’d only been there in any great force since the morning before, and preparations to descend were nearly complete. No communications from the lifeforms down there, no mass movements to suggest they were sending military to meet them-- the wait was excruciating. The wait extended prep time. He took no great joy in conquering, didn’t see the point in relation to the mission for which he followed the cause, but he couldn’t stand the waiting.