[h2]A.L.M.A. Unit "Roxanne"[/h2]
[i]'Nutrient paste increased nine percent. Growth hormone increased two percent. Saline decreased eleven percent.'[/i]

The announcements, emitted from separate speakers with a far smoother artificial output than Doctor Osborne's, were mere formalities, for each process was initiated almost before the doctor had finished requesting them. Within the mainframe, Roxanne's mind was at its broadest in one sense, and its narrowest in another - each machine, each switch, every electrical spark within the laboratory, moved and flipped and empowered at Roxanne's command, and yet the vast majority of the devices within lacked advanced sensors of any sort. Some visual sensors showed when Doctor Osborne was taking the reins - a new expression for her, since she'd only truly figured out metaphors some weeks ago - but otherwise, she'd feel nothing physical even if the entire laboratory exploded with her mind trapped in it.

Not that she couldn't take another body and leave whenever she felt like it. However, she didn't feel like it. Managing the procedures the doctor needed help with was, for want of a better word, stimulating for her, in a way that simply working on just the one task in a more humanoid form couldn't hope to be. Losing focus wasn't an issue, tiring out wasn't an issue, and so keeping an entire laboratory of vat-grown humans in check was a task that yielded a unique sort of pleasure for her. "Her". A strange way to think of herself given her technical lack of physical sex, but every other being around aside from Doctor Osborne was female, and even the doctor himself lacked the majority of his body, including the genitalia necessary to reproduce with.

That said, whilst she couldn't lose focus, she'd developed a habit of waiting for orders, something the doctor had been trying to break her of for a long time. Thus, it wasn't until he told her to lock down the faulty filter coil- one that had been noticed and ignored for several minutes now, since it wasn't a major enough fault to ping any systems until several seconds before- that she took action in that regard, first limiting its output, then isolating it from the rest of the system, and lastly turning it off entirely, announcing each step accordingly. Internal devices would shortly disgorge the coil for replacement, at which point the circuit could be reintroduced to the system to resume normal functionality.

However, she wouldn't be around for it. She had to introduce the new students to the school alongside Ray, which would leave the automated system behind to do any further work for her. Competent enough, certainly, for an unintelligent device, but any and all changes to the proceeding work would need to be enacted by Doctor Osborne - not that he couldn't do so, as he was already beginning to show. With the doctor handling the matter accordingly, Roxanne focused, and absconded from her faceless form.

And opened her eyes, blinking and twitching slightly as the sensors and servos of her base humanoid chassis adjusted to account for current working conditions. Once recalibration was completed and all potential issues were ruled out, Roxanne stepped out of her storage container, examining the laboratory's systems for any obvious issues- none found, as she had been well aware just before exiting it- as she walked over to Ray's office. The slime girl was having trouble finding the information she needed - "Where did she leave the information about new classes?"

Grabbing a sheath of loose papers without any fresh slime on them, Roxanne quickly filed through the stack, each page's content scanned immediately as the previous one went to the back of the pile, until every page had been processed, and all but two were neatly tapped into a perfect rectangle and placed upon Ray's desk. The last two, with the information about the new classes on both sides of each sheet, were handed to the slimegirl.

'Here is the information you require,' Roxanne politely informed Ray. Where the speakers of her mainframe form were just that, the systems behind her voice modulation in humanoid states were far more complex, allowing for much more natural-sounding speech. One could hardly tell the vocal cords generating the noise were made of biometallic steel. 'We must proceed to the mess hall now. We do not want to be late.'