Connor barely noticed the robot approach, caught in an inner loop of checking through star charts and restarting the search when no matches were found. The probability that no matches could be found was infinitesimal. It was causing a real issue with his programming.

Luckily, though, the question broke the loop and shifted his focus, forcing him to stop running the same futile program over and over again.

He looked almost surprised at the question. It was a rarity that anyone asked an android if they were alright.

"I'm fine," He didn't sound very convincing, the small circle of light on the side of his temple flickering between red and yellow still, "Do you... work... on board the ship?"

He'd never seen a machine like him before.