9S had listened to the radio meltdown with a strong measure of confusion and apprehension. Are humans always like this? Or is this because there's a mix? How do they get anything done when they let their emotions and disagreements get the better of themselves? He's so used to people respecting the pecking order the entire matter had been rather eye-opening.

And it's also made him more aware that he should probably do a last minute maintenance check before they leave, especially since it sounds like the Nightriders are going to have their hands full this trip. But after checking in with Strange to sort out the map and the primer -- he'd skipped out on rehearsal to check on all his internal systems -- he realised he had a dilemma.

Why is carrying an exposed weapon such an offense?! Sword coverings are for people who need to attach it to themselves. Which he doesn't need to. What's the big problem??

On such short notice, he can only come up with a quick solution, which involves seeing Carly. He pokes his head in, sword floating at his back. This time, his eyes are uncovered; thanks Strange. "Hey Carly. I know you're busy and all, but could I ask a favour from you? It'll be really simple, promise!"