Spotter
As it turns out, Five was right about one thing: He was benching way too heavy.
"The current amount you are attempting to lift is not possible with your body's height and weight."
"Holy-" Six stumbles, mid-lift, and drops the weight in surprise, choking when the cold metal bar collides with his chest. He struggles to get it off and sits up, gasping for air. The Android is standing a couple of feet away, rigid and unmoving as a statue.
"How long have you been watching me for?!"
"Approximately two minutes and thirty nine seconds."
"Right." He waits for her to say something, to tell him the reason why she came down from the control room. She doesn't. He clears his throat. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes. At the rate you are going, you could damage your trapezius muscle, cause strain to your elbows and wrists, as well as injure your-"
"Alright!" he can feel a headache coming on already. "What I meant was, why are you here?"
She doesn't miss a beat. "One is currently in his room, reading the novel Charlotte's Web by E.B. White. Two is manning the ship. Four is practising his swordsmanship skills and Five has fallen asleep in the air vents."
"What about Three?"
"He threatened to shoot me if I gave him another status report."
Six opens his mouth, to tell her that what she said doesn't answer his original question at all, but then it clicks and he smiles.
"Oh, I get it. You're lonely."
She says, "I assure you, that is not possible. I possess no-"
"Yeah, yeah, we've all heard your I-am-a-robot-I-have-no-feelings speech. How strong are you?"
"I am able to carry up to twelve times my own weight."
"Perfect. How would you like to be my spotter?"
The Android beams, eager to show off. "I would be an excellent aide for your workout routine."
Six laughs softly. "I'm sure that's true. Come on, let's start with fifty pounds…"