O5-5 sits in his office, his legs propped up on his desk as he doodles in his sketchbook. The second he hears the door open he lifts up his head, smiling jovially.

“Hello there!”

He nods at his own words, closing the book and setting it aside.

“Have the rest sent you here for a reprimand? They should know by now that I don’t do that. C’mon, sit down.”