"No..." Raxis repeats himself as he walks into view. Fresh from the officer's barracks he stops for a moment at the edge of the flight deck. Followed closely behind by an astromech unit adorned in white with dark green accents, the 2nd Lieutenant glances over a clipboard. Tapping the screen softly with an image recognition pen, he glaces back to the droid. "Vee-Ten, I'm going over the new inventory. We've got some cadets, crates, and uniforms. I don't mind if you associate with the droids at the technician center but at the med center they're way too busy..."