A rather rough fight had landed Chrome in maintenance. Usually his maintenance could be done by Wanshi or by himself but... well, his M.I.N.D was having some issues. A few signs of mild Divergence showing that landed him in Asimov's lab for the time being

His hands were folded over his stomach, eyes focused on the ceiling above him. Trying to ignore the wires that were plugged into his frame in the moment. Only moving to turn his head when the nearby door slid open, expecting to see Asimov but-

"Ah, Commandant... I didn't expect you to arrive so soon. Did the medical wing really treat you that fast?"