Khan wasn't having a good day. It started when he awoke at 7:00am, which he considered a late morning, with only 65% charge. He didn't remember any nightmares, but apparently he had thrashed around enough to unplug himself in the middle of the night. Then he ran into Uzi in the kitchen, munching on a powerpack with a mug of antifreeze next to her, looking so much like her mother that it actually hurt. So much so, that he quickly averted his eyes and practically ran out the door without so much as a "good morning".
Now, because he wasn't a complete bastard, he felt bad about it. Fortunately, he had a coping mechanism for that! So he threw himself into his work, hoping to take his mind off the problem, while simultaneously hoping an answer to said problem would come to him.
This proved difficult when the drones around him wouldn't shut up about his daughter. "Traitor" this, "menace" that; some of them even had the nuts to make smart-ass remarks such as, "like mother, like daughter". Normally that would have earned them a wrench to the face, but these days he had to tread carefully. Though Uzi hadn't done herself any favors socially, she had effectively dragged Khan down with her. So he was left with little recourse but to take the disrespect, as starting a fight would almost certainly end poorly for him.
To cap off a whole day of nonstop nonsense, door two's hydraulics failed during a routine test, effectively sealing off the main entrance. It took nearly two hours just to find the problem, a ruptured hose, and another three hours to replace it along with all the other hoses and clean up the mess. The process, which no one volunteered to help him with, left Khan absolutely filthy and in desperate need of a steam bath. So just past midnight he called it a day and went home to a mercifully empty housing unit.
"Ahhh~" Khan sighed in relief as he walked out of the bathroom clad in a fuzzy robe with matching slippers. "Nothing better after a hard day's work than a high-pressure jet of two-hundred-degree water vapooooor?" he trailed off when someone knocked on his door. He looked down at his attire and briefly considered rushing to put his old clothes back on, since the last thing he needed was to lose even more respect from his friends and neighbors. "You know what? Screw them! This is MY home; I'll wear what I want!"
He marched up to the door and pressed the button to open it without so much as looking through the peephole, ready to give whoever it was a verbal beating if decided to insult him on his own doorstep. Any and all thoughts of standing up for himself died when the door slid open and the eyes of a sky demon glared down at him.
"Hello, Mr. Doorman," N greeted with a small nod.
"O-Oh, uh...h-hello, um...N, r-right?" Khan stammered back, visibly and audibly shaking under the Murder Drone's penetrating gaze.
As much as almost no one liked having a murder-bot walking around the bunker, no one who actually interacted with him had a bad word to say. He understood that he was putting everyone in an awkward position, and so went out of his way to be polite and respectful, asking permission to do just about anything. A perfect guest by all accounts, if you could ignore the whole "nightmare creature that has probably eaten someone you knew" thing.
But while he got along with anyone who gave him a chance, hanging out with Uzi had clearly colored his impression of Khan before they ever met. N was never hostile, but his tone of voice and uncomfortably intense stares always gave Khan the idea that he should probably avoid being alone with him.
Kind of like he was now...
"That's right," N nodded again, then looked over Khan's head to scan the room. "Is Uzi in? I know I'm a bit early, but I had some ideas I wanted to run by her."
"I, uh...don't know?" Khan shrugged helplessly. "She w-wasn't here when I g-got home, so..."
"I see. Any idea where she might be?"
