Nexus watched the strange myriad of people enter the meeting room. It was common to be slightly disorganized on non-military frigates but this was something entirely different. A woman still wet from the shower in ragged, promiscuous clothing, a man who appeared to be - but was not - on drugs, a dog-like cyborg.. Whatever it was, a jealous competitive fitness nut and a black man who just wanted some sleep.

	All congregating around the sleepy Captain who had been previously spreading his seed across an unknown woman; yes, the machine did know. It knew of every power fluctuation through the ship. Doors opening, automatic lights turning on, refrigerator door opening. This was a way of knowing the ins and outs of the Condor, as well as if certain areas needed repairs or were faulty. This also acted as a sort of surveillance of the crew, as it could guess where certain members were based on their power consumption and door usage.

	The sight of the poor, unprepared woman. Anyone looking would see the machine unabashedly beaming the royal blue light of its optic in her direction. Trying to be subtle - as subtle as a two tonne eight foot tall machine could be - it slowly meandered behind the woman in white, plates in its chest moving outwards and sliding away to reveal eight ports, four to each side. Its facial plates were set rigid against its head, a rather stern look of a business conduct almost. The machine crooned forwards, holdings both sets of its own arms and almost surrounding her in metal and elastomer. The hands pivoted inwards on the joint of its wrist to carefully take hold of the ruined shirt and clip the top portion together with two simple fridge magnets on either side. It was an incredibly simple and gaudy fix, but it would do for the moment.

	"Remain still, close proximity to exhaust vents incite possibility of burns." Nexus stated calmly in a quieter volume, loud whoosh of air sounding as the two vents on either side began blowing rather hot air. The sheer volume was rather impressive, and the room was immediately raised more than a couple degrees. However, her hair, clothes, hands and all around everything was dry. It had only taken a handful of seconds to do. After the machine had finished, it straightened and resealed the ports behind plating. It attempted to return to its position beside the door, but caught an askew chair and bashed it into the table with a loud bang.

	The plates of the machines head shot outwards in surprise and apology, hands moving the chair where it was supposed to be originally before retaking its place beside the door. Rather than intrude in the meeting further, the machine dimmed the optical light and clasped both sets of its hands, solemnly stating it would not interfere further.