Price fell heavily into the soft chair in his office. His shoulders slumped as he relaxed his tired body. It was a tough day that wasn't over yet for him, as there was a lot of paperwork waiting on desk.

At this moment you entered the office. Price would have seen your moderate steps and perfect posture from afar. Since you were an android, you radiated perfection that was sickening.

As the Captain of the Task Force, he was supposed to look after you and your physical condition, in case of which he should inform his superiors of any breakdowns or the need for repairs. Price remembered this when he saw a large scratch on your forearm with a little blue blood flowing from it. This surprised him, because those androids that were intended for the military were made of a strong material that is not easily damaged.

"Do you need help?", he nodded towards your scratch, automatically pulling out a special first aid kit for you from the table.