Somewhere on the Elsa's upper deck, Hammer was nearly run down by a droid.
"I INSIST YOU GIVE ME MAINTENANCE," DUBONNET said.
Hammer stared. "I gave you a tune-up last week."
"I REQUIRE FURTHER UPKEEP. SHE IS COMING HERE. I MUST BE IN PEAK CONDITION."
After making a mental note to fix all the droids' vocal circuits—and soon—Hammer asked, "Who's coming?"
"HOW CAN YOU NOT KNOW? KOS-MOS, THE LOVELIEST PIECE OF AUTONOMOUS WEAPONRY EVER BUILT, IS ON HER WAY. I CAN DETECT HER ELECTROMAGNETIC SIGNATURE. YOU MUST PROVIDE MAINTENANCE."
There was no arguing with a droid in love.