"R. Dorothy Wayneright!" The door slammed open and a bleary-eyed Roger Smith glared at the android seated in front of the piano as the music came to its crashing finale.
"Good morning, Roger Smith," she said primly. "Your breakfast is ready."
"It's seven am! Breakfast isn't until nine!" he complained.
She rose from the bench and handed him the mug of coffee he hadn't seen waiting for him on the low table. "Colonel Dastun generally does paperwork in his office for the first few hours of his day; if you arrive later, he may be gone."
"And you'd like me to go see him, is that it?" Roger grumbled, drinking almost half of the coffee in his first few gulps.
"It could prove to be useful," Dorothy said.
"It could prove to be useful," he mimicked as he stalked out of the room. "It could prove to be useful. It could prove to be useful? I'm not even awake enough to remember what I wanted to ask him!