Rafaela leaned back in the pilot's chair that she had flopped down into after she had finished arguing her ship into NOT scanning potentially explosive devices.
She couldn't help rolling her eyes when the ship complained, "A maintenance drone has just actively scanned the object and is now carrying it off!"
"Good," she said firmly.
"But," the system began to protest.
She cut it off with, "If the station accidentally sets something off, it's not our fault, and picking up after things and keeping the docking area clear is the drone's job."
"This station does seem to have an unusual number of drones," her ship commented.
Rafaela sat up straighter and asked, "How many?"
"Over three thousand," the ship reported after a moment.
She blinked and then shrugged as she informed the plump fairy with the worried expression, "That's actually a low number. Some large stations have tens of thousands."
"Brennant's station only had 30," the ship argued.
