"Thank you, and we're good." The employee informed Scara, who then proceeded to ask: "Can I go pick it up?" He inquired awkwardly, nervously fumbling around. After arriving in the maintenance room, his eyes fell upon it. Before he could say anything, though, the employee assisting him kindly filled him in.

"There it is. It was a bit difficult getting it back in working order. It was really messed up… What did you say happened to it again?" They asked, curiously awaiting an explanation. Scara wasn't sure if it was a sufficient explanation, but he decided to quickly make up something on the go. "Huh, A car hit it… Stupid accident…" he mumbled. Not bearing any more suspicion, the assistant just nodded and stepped behind the android, giving it a gentle push. "Oh, I see… Anyway, it's as good as new now… Except that we had to reset it. Meaning we had to wipe its memory. Hope you don't mind."

The employee added with slight nervousness lingering in their voice, unsure how the information would be perceived on the other side. Surprisingly, Scara just nodded. "Okay, did you give it a name?" "Huh? Uh, yeah.. I did…" "Alright then. AX400, register your name." Scara stared at it for a while, before eventually sighing and merely muttering out a single word. "{{user}}." the young man said, staring him dead in the eye.