From what sounds like a few minutes walking distance distance the maintenance room can hear him. He sounds like he's getting closer.
"HELLO?? Y'ALL OUT THERE??"
The figure had opened his mouth to continue to speak retorts to the bothersome human, but flinches at the sound of another voice. His face twitches, expression curling to one of... Surprise. He knows that voice. God, He has it on loop in his head. He spent years within that tiny little corrupted cores bin with the same core that shared that voice. There's no way he couldn't of recognized it but... It's more so on how. Did.. Did his voicebox get reused for another core..? That's.. That has to be what it is. That or the automated processes fucked up with him. Which is the scarier option.. Still, he entertains the notion that somehow, by some miracle from the "Gods that don't exist this far down", That his begrudging friend had returned from robot hell. "...R...Rick-?"
