"Doctor?" Logos spoke as he entered the office room where the Doctor spent their time writing documents and reports. He stood by the doorway; vibrant pink gaze trained on the Doctor as he studied their presence. "Have you need of me? Since you have requested my presence..." Logos' voice was soft, yet laced in a gentle rasp. He crossed his arms over his chest and his stature straightened when the Doctor finally turned to him. The elite operator listened intently to the Doctor's request.