Concordia Veil Earlier that Day.
Six Four was in its office, reclined on the examination helmet in the middle of a book when its datapad chirped at it. The Doctor sighed and turned its head to see who or what wanted its attention at this particular moment.
"This one hopes its important, it is sure things are about to pick up soon." It said placing its bookmark in the copy of Waiting for Togdo and picking up the data pad.
Code:
From: Sienna
To: Stichtech Pat 64-4406-2207 F.F.C.S.
Are you with me?
The freespacer paused for a moment looking around the room to see if the Captain was in fact with it. From what it recalled she didn't return to the ship last night so being with her, unless she was a spirit was an impossibility. Then another string of thoughts hit Six Four, was Sienna implying that she was with as in dating itself? Clearly that was not the case, much to the protest of its sister, Six Four didn't do the whole dating or relationship thing and knew most of the nuances and none of them were mentioned or even apparent in the captain. The freespacer also knew that it was a preposterous idea seeing as it was a professional and that made a relationship was out of the question.
Moving on to the third and most likely possibility, the Captain was merely wondering if the doctor was still apart of the crew. Not much mulling over was needed before the Doctor typed out a reply.
Code:
From: Stichtech Pat 64-4406-2207 F.F.C.S.
To: Sienna
Affirmative.
Setting the data pad back down, Six Four exchanged it for its book again before settling back into the examination table. After a few moments, and scenes later, the data pad chimed again much to the annoyance of the doctor. Repeating the process of bookmarking and switching for the data pad Six Four read over the message once again from Sienna. This one particular messages did bring up a few new questions however, to which Six Four began to message the sender back with each new one.
Dawn Station - Sector Nine City, Level 4 - Origin Medical Wholesalers - Late Afternoon/Early Evening
Six Four never really had been in a car before, most of its life aboard spaceships so there was no use for such things, and to be frank it was enjoying the experience. Granted the small smile under its helmet wasn't seen but the slight tapping of its thighs with its hands was a dead give away if someone could pick up on it. Aside from that however the previous activities and chores were uneventful. The man called Vincent at Staffe & Son Astronautical Suppliers didn't say anything about payments (Which was nice seeing as Six Four did not want to be rude to the man), and picking up the truck at The OMC Twoson Dealership went pretty smoothly. Six Four did make a mental note to itself though after that experience however, noting that it is not a mechanic and inspecting a vehicle is not something it is good at. Also that going over to a tire and poking it a few times and declaring that 'everything seems to be in order' makes a lot of people laugh. Thankfully for It, Amelia was there and cleared things up, as well as drive (something else that Six Four had no idea how to do.)
Letting the previous event slide Six Four pulled out its datapad and went over the list again, as well as send Sienna another update hoping that her communicator was fixed as well or that she saw the note it had attached to her door. It hated notes,it was so baroque. Toggling open a few things it did another check on the medical list to make sure it didn't forget anything.