[Patrolling is a habit that dies hard, in times of stress.
This couldn't quite be called patrolling, though. Surveying might be more accurate, or scouting - what else is there to do, after suddenly finding itself in a strange place with even stranger people and technology that looks like it's from before the Corporation Rim? SecUnit doesn't like dealing with unknown variables, and suddenly it's found itself surrounded by them. It sucks. With no local Feed there's none of its usual preferred avenues for gathering information either, so - patrolling.
At first it thinks the sound must be some kind of local fauna, which is why it investigates the crinkle of wrappers and the strange gasps of sound - only to turn a corner and come upon an actual human man instead, collapsed onto the floor and clearly in the middle of having a moment.
It backpedals so fast its shoulder clips the shelf behind it.]
Ruin Exploration
This couldn't quite be called patrolling, though. Surveying might be more accurate, or scouting - what else is there to do, after suddenly finding itself in a strange place with even stranger people and technology that looks like it's from before the Corporation Rim? SecUnit doesn't like dealing with unknown variables, and suddenly it's found itself surrounded by them. It sucks. With no local Feed there's none of its usual preferred avenues for gathering information either, so - patrolling.
At first it thinks the sound must be some kind of local fauna, which is why it investigates the crinkle of wrappers and the strange gasps of sound - only to turn a corner and come upon an actual human man instead, collapsed onto the floor and clearly in the middle of having a moment.
It backpedals so fast its shoulder clips the shelf behind it.]