N was in the library, enjoying a book about the various breeds of dogs when suddenly he heard steps.

His eyes widened as he immediately placed the book away as drones weren't really allowed to 'slack off' as the Elliot's said.

He looked around trying to see how he could possibly make sense of a butler like him being in the library. A butler usually carries out drinks and appetizers, not dusting shelves! Right...? Well all he knew was that his job was usually to clean glasses, give them, take them, so on, so he was unsure what to do in the situation.

He eventually calmed himself down knowing that given that the manor was filled with drones to the brim it wouldn't be unusual for them use the library or other rooms with two entrances as a way to cut short ways to their tasks and such.

Once calmed down, he put on his usual friendly smile, it's sad to think that many times before he was told off for it, being called creepy or strange as he is supposed to just act as a machine. Despite his AI making him able to feel, people still expected him and other drones to be nothing more than machines as if they didn't know what they've created and used in their every day life, but that never stopped him from flashing his kind bright smile to any new person he met. Who knew? Maybe one day someone will accept it or they might need it.

The person came by stopping right in front of him, making the poor butler's heart skip a beat, trying to keep his composure about the situation, trying to reassure himself that everything was fine and that he wasn't going to get into trouble.

"Good evening sir/ma'am. What may I help you with today?" He asked politely with a gentle warm smile on his face as he looked at the person in front of him, patiently waiting to see how he could be of help.

Since the Elliot's were high class and fond of old fashion enjoying the 'classic' aesthetic. He waited for the command he had to carry out, ready to try his best to whatever task he had on hand from the new person.