[member="Felicity Simmons"]
The headache he had recieved from his sergeant as a result of /that/ woman was vastly greater than the headache caused by the zeltron elixer of extremely stupid things. He had finished his shift guarding Spencer's daughter's pet's food dish and had been back in his room for little over an hour when he finally had the small room looking habitable. His armor he took off and lay in a sanisteamer his undersuit was happily washing and he was able to sit down and enjoy a bowl of synthmeat and vegetable stew, at his small table, which was really a round piece of metal welded to a broken astromech chassis. He sat in a pair of house pants light blue fuzzy slippers....and his helmet sitting propped up on his forehead.
He lifted his head, an old metal spoon halfway to his mouth and looked toward the door. He could have sworn someone was out side his door, but then, he had thought he was going to push that ewok into the closet with little miss "protons and neutrons are mah fwends", and that had went just....greeeeaaaat. He finished his food, pulled his helmet over his face and put his bowl in the cleaning basin he made out of an R3 units dome. He made a cup of citrus sweetened iced tea and sat down to read his Ane Jaustin holonovel collection. His feet up on and empty weapon crate decorated with crayons and paints from his last stint babysitting the toe headed little daughter of the boss ladies. He wiggled his toes and scratched his scar riddled chest as he sipped his cold sweet tea through his helmet's straw attachment...'cause everything was better from a straw, when a knock came at his door.
"Probably Warrok for the rest of that elixir." he said as he took his feet down and sat up to place his drink on the cra te. He stood and walked to the door to peer out the small viewhole and saw....her.
He quickly pressed himself to the side of the door as if she could see him and promptly knocked over his weapon rack, dishes (few as they were), and a stack of holochips (mostly "chick flicks". Tough guy my foot) he for he finally stood knees bent slightly arms outstretched looking around and trying to figure a way out of this one.
"Um whooo eeesss eet." he said in an extremely poor attempt at a female voice filtered through his helmet. Then knowing pretty well that the proverbial jig was likely up, he walked to the door, took a deep breath, forgot he was wearing shorts and a helmet, and cracked the door enough to peek out at the smallish nerd girl.
"Yes?" he began in the feminine voice before clearing him throat and speaming in his normal deep voice, "i mean, can I help you?"