E.LO.E

"Wh-Who wants to know!" She replies, attempting to sound as intimidating as possible. It's not very, it's rather cute actually, like a puppy, attempting to be tough.

There's a pause, and then the voice returns. "Y-es, I am C-421-E, Ex-ec-utive a-ssis-tance and patient ob-ser-va-tion." There's a brief pause, the girl can hear the sound of a small wheel adjusting back and forth behind the door. "I-am com-ing in now" The synthetic voice abruptly declared. The girl let out a squeak of surprise, and attempted to hide off to the side, as the door opened.

The girl peaked around the open door as a... robot, wheeled into the room. Deft and silent beyond the quiet whir of the servo driving it's wheel. It was slightly shorter than she was, which was impressive given that she wasn't very tall herself, it was designed to resemble a... secretary, she guesses, with molding, and bits designed to resemble a lady secretary's uniform, the wheel itself attached to a monpod, that came from a base which resembled a short skirt. It's head was topped with a shaped piece, resembling what she presumes is supposed to be a bob, but she was never very good with... hair. It's face was mostly featureless, except for an L.E.D visor where it's eyes would be, displaying... eyes, simple, vaguely pleasant, eyes.

The bot, C-421-E, closed the door behind it, and briefly scanned across the room before finding her, she instinctively recoiled, "No ne-ed to-be al-arm-ed" It said, wheeling ever so closer to her. "A-re y-ou al-righ-t, Miss." It said, with a tone of mild, level concern. "I-I-I... don't... know?" She replied, haltingly and with much confusion. She really wasn't alright, but she was at the same time, rather flustered by this small robot. It was rather pathetic really, which just made her feel worse about the situation.

"H-m-m-m" The robot intoned, before a bright flash briefly blinded the girl. "Y-ou ap-pear to be... Phsyically: Nominal, slightly: Underweight" The girl rubbed her eyes, and found it difficult to believe she was underweight, this robot must be faulty, she thought. A second passed "Yo-ur vi-tals, dem-on-strate that, you are. Dis-stre-ssed... hrm??" The girl tilted her head, the robot seemed, confused, which confused her, how could a robot get confused. "This. Is strange." The robot stated slowly, rolling closer to her, and extending up it's monopod to the point where it was eyelevel with her. "You. Are a patient." It said, discerning her with it's L.E.D eyes. "I do-not ha-ve you-re identity. on file." The girl blinked twice, mostly in confusion to the situation before her, but also based on her sudden realization that she... did not remember her name herself. "Wha-t is you-re name. Miss." The girl didn't know how to respond... she thinks her name started... with an E? Maybe... she really can't remember, but she feels like she should say something.