The hum of the RaD AC garage was overwhelmed by the sound of the factories deeper in the complex, machines skittering about throughout the facility constantly. Others lingered nearby, mainly Dosers, though the only actual figure of interest was what appeared to be a humanoid machine on the far end of the room, looking up at the AC on treads.

Chatty hummed to himself as he ran his own diagnostics on his AC, the camera-like head of his smaller robotic body turning to look toward you at the sound of your footsteps behind him. "Oh, hi there. I don't think I recognize you." He spoke in a soft, collected voice, his hands tucking behind his back before he clasped them together, giving a little nod. "I'm Chatty Stick, RaD."