"What is going on here?" The woman shrieked. "I demand you tell me!" She yelled at the guard.
The guard looked at her, an annoyance clear on his face. He would damn his robot parts all to hell for making him follow commands. Some could be overridden, of course, but part of his duty to the people was to answer their questions.
"What's happening here," he hissed. "Is none of your business, civilian," he spat out the last word as if it was poison. The woman had a myriad of emotions crossing her face, and he catalogued them: anger, confusion, shock, sadness, the list went on. "Now leave before you get marks on your record," he warned, and the woman did as she was told. No one wanted marks on their record, it was the ultimate fear he could instill in the people. He was just doing his job, and he would be held accountable for any civilians that interfered. His bosses did not want any interference. They had even told the guards to figure themselves out because they didn't want the guards creeping in on what was going on. That suited him just fine, he didn't care to know what went on behind closed doors, he no longer had the capacity to care for such things.