Walking down each and every hallway and hangar, with pen and notepad in hand, noting everything about your mother ship, with a stranger was a bit uncomfortable for Fox, but it was absolutely necessary. Fox himself hadn't taken the measures to take care of himself- what now was becoming more and more of a burden as the inspector's face sometimes twitched in disgust. Half-absentmindedly Fox ran his gloved paw through the now rough patches of fur on his head. He wasn't old, no; he hadn't even hit thirty yet. However, the fur was rough due to Fox not having bathed for days.
"I assume you'll be packed and left out of here in three days." The inspector was a raccoon, but he was very professional-looking with a navy blue suit with an ocher-colored tie. His voice seemed distant and slurred to Fox, as he was thinking about how much he cursed himself by not picking up his appearance.
"Come again?" Fox asked, blinking his eyes which had a red tint due to lack of sleep. The raccoon paused for a moment, sighed, and repeated himself.
"I assume you'll be packed and left out of here in three days, cleaned as well." There was a bit of venom in his last three words, which Fox hadn't thought he had said the first time. Still, it didn't bug Fox. Hell, nothing really bothered him anymore. He was about as responsive as a broken toy.
Fox grunted in response, and coughed for a while. The raccoon merely raised an eyebrow at this display of poor health. After writing a note down – probably about possible health concerns on the ship- his look substantially softened while looking at Fox.
"Make that a day and a half. Sir, I don't think your health is suitable for you to stay on this ship…"
"I understand..." Fox let the words slowly slip out of his mouth even if he didn't believe that it was true. But on the other side of things, Fox would admit that his health and well-being may have been slipping lately; but he couldn't outright say that it was staying aboard a lonely vessel with only a robot to keep you company's fault. Either way, he hoped to one day take to the skies again- be it in an arwing or any other ship that happens to catch his eye.