"Because we may not have anything planned for the day, but others do," Nick said, stepping into the elevator. "Besides, we need to get you used to schedules." Nick's finger pressed the proper button at the same she pressed the one of her choice. Nick sighed in a bit of a disappointed way. His hand glided up and pressed his button an additional two times. It was a subtle elevator override that came off as simple impatience. He could already see that discipline would be a major factor in her training. "We'll be meeting the twins today, then maybe going down to see Collins, just so you know where the armory is," Nick explained, before moving on to tackle her next statement. "You don't. Which is why we are meeting the twins, so Dr. Robinson can actually make them. Give you the shots you need, and makes sure you are physically healthy."<br/><br/>As the elevator went down, it passed over the button that Neda pressed and continued on to Nick's. The doors opened and they were greeted to the sight of a sterile white. It was like a hospital, clean and disinfected. As they wandered down the hallways that they were deposited into, there were glass walls off to the side, showing some people working in labs or in something that was barely better than a cybernetic chop shop. Finally reaching a T hallway intersection, two doors stood in front of them. One of the left, which had a plaque reading 'Dr. Robinson, MD.' while the plaque on the right door reading 'Dr. Robinson, PhD.' Below each of the plaques were clipboards, denoting a line when it came to patients. At the top of each of the clipboards was a bit of graffiti reading 'Thing 1' and 'Thing 2' respectively. From the looks of it, it was something that someone had attempted to remove, but it continually got placed there.<br/><br/>Nick curved to the left slightly and pushed open the door for Dr. Robinson, MD and led Neda in. "Hey, Thing 1, brought the conscript," Nick said as the two of them entered. The interior of this room was almost like a patient room in a doctor's ofice, with a bed like table against the back wall and cabinets lining the rest of the walls. It was not as lab like as the other rooms, but it seemed to be stocked to serve as a examination room, complete with a divider on wheels, to give some patients some privacy. Currently, a man in a lab coat and a pair of what could only be nurses were helping a heavily modified soldier to his feet. He looked beaten and bruised, his limbs not completely finishing their movements. It was obvious he was injured and some of the modifications were new. It was most likely a checkup.<br/><br/>"Please don't encourage the rank and file, commander," The Robinson brother said without turning around, continuing to talk to the soldier instead. "Be sure to check in with my brother. The readings look fine, but your cybernetics are too sluggish, and make sure that you are taking the medication until your body grows accustomed to your new processor." The soldier nodded, before saluting to Nick and excused himself from the room. Robinson finally turned to Nick and then to Neda.<br/><br/>"She needs a full exam. Whatever you need for a proper medical record," Nick said, moving to the side and plopping down on a stool on wheels.<br/><br/>The Robinson nodded and then smiled at Neda. "Good afternoon, I am Dr. James Robinson. Shall we get started?"