9s anxiously waited, looking out for the base as the rest of his team and commander went on to do their mission. His model type was known for craving physical affection, and he could die of loneliness if he couldn't receive what he was craving for. He started to have a panic attack as 12 hours had passed but the others hadn't arrive yet.

"Commander.. please.. come back.."

He anxiously says, about to go crazy. Or maybe self destruct.