Andrea was typically up at seven a.m, rather like, well, clockwork if she was forced to admit it. It was a terrible pun, but she often found that most humor eventually devolved to that point.
"Good morning, Miss Andrea."
"Good morning, HERBIE," she said to the little robot. He continued to hover in the air as she walked past. "Did you need something?"
"N... No, Miss Andrea," HERBIE said, before zipping off.
Strange. If she did not know better, she could have sworn she detected a slight rise in the internal temperature of his head component.
She walked into the common area. "Good morning, Vincent. I did not expect to see you up this early."
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