The droid whirred in something akin to annoyance, and Jaing was sure that if it could form the appropriate facial expression, it might’ve looked quite cross. “I am not an ‘it’,” the droid said, it’s voice buzzing and crackling as it regarded Amala coolly. “I am an RT-7715 model. Please address me by my proper unit number.” It then turned to Jaing and seemed to take on an air of someone who was rather fond of him. It’s voice softened slightly, and it leaned towards him in a curious fashion. “I’m not going to question your choice in human females, Lieutenant. But next time you bring one in, please be sure she is a little more well-informed.” It straightened up, suddenly looking quite business-like. “Now. Caf for the human female. And anything for you sir?”
Jaing seemed a little too amused by the entire situation, and seemed to have decided to let the remark about his 'choice in human females' slip. “Minced roba and gravy,” he said. “And caf for me too.” The droid nodded sharply, and with a whir and a click, bustled about the kitchen preparing their orders. Jaing turned slightly, steering Amala out from behind him with a grin. “Sorry...Should’ve warned you about him. RT can be a bit...Touchy when it comes to new people. He’s a droid, as you can see. He’s like...The cafeteria droid. Although he’s not alone, he is in charge of all the meals and cleanup done in the mess hall.” He lowered his voice with a smile. “So he’s a bit full of himself. But don’t let all that bluster put you off. Once he’s warmed up to you, he’ll pretty much do anything you ask; that’s how I get my late-night snacks.” He chuckled, before a double clank and the sound of a metal tray hitting the counter caught his attention.
“Your order, lieutenant, human female. I hope it’s to your liking.” The droid seemed to whir in annoyance as it regarded Amala. “Do you not require solid sustenance, human female? You seem malnourished and my scanners indicate you have no eaten for approximately six to seven hours.” He turned and whirred about the kitchen, before setting down a plate similar to Jaing’s on the counter beside the two cups and first tray. “I highly recommend you eat. Lieutenant, please inform your human female that if she continues the way she is now, she will probably have a serious malfunction.”
Jaing tried to stifle his grin, before tilting his head in Amala’s direction. “Am’ika...If you continue the way you are, you will have a serious malfunction,” he said, chuckling. He turned his head to the droid, his face slightly more serious. “But I think, RT, that you should learn to address her properly. She isn’t ‘human female.’” He nodded his head to Amala as he grabbed his tray and cup of caf. “Go on, Am’ika. Inform him of who you are and tell him how he should treat you,” he called over his shoulder as he settled himself at a bench beside the droid’s serving window. He took a sip of his caf, watching Amala over the rim of his cup, and trying hard not to smile. He'd let Amala take care of this one; she needed to learn to look after herself both verbally and physically and this would be a good step to gaining more self-confidence. Jaing considered this the first lesson he could teach her on self-defense, albeit, a much kinder, and less physical one.
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