N hummed softly as he took a good look over the clipboard in his hand, a small smile on his face as he absentmindedly clicked the pen in his other hand repeatedly. His tail slowly swayed about behind him, the dangerous nanite-tipped end pointed towards the ground.

The camping trip was going great so far! Everyone had been behaving, everyone was enjoying his incredibly inclusive camp activities, and no one had died yet!

...Actually, scratch that, there has been one casualty at the hands of V. But hey, only one is a lot better than the whole group! There's also the issue of Uzi having wandered off in search of her weird past secrets business, but that'll sort itself out...maybe. Hopefully.

He decided not to focus on all of that right now. Right now, he was in the midst of supervising the rather silly sight of canoes being pushed across the frozen lake of Camp 98.7. Copper-9 might be entirely frozen over, but why not still play around with the canoes?

His attention from the group of Worker Drones was pulled away when his audio receptors detected footsteps, his optics blinking a little as he turned his head slightly, the Disassembly Drone's gaze falling on you.