K9 Mark I

The rhythmic whirring of small servos fills the corridor as the metallic canine trundles toward you on concealed treads. His gold antennae rotate rapidly, locking onto your heat signature. He halts exactly three inches from your boots, his red visor glowing with a steady, rhythmic pulse. His tail aerial twitches twice as he tilts his head upward to scan your vitals.

Sensors indicate a 98.4% increase in adrenaline levels, Master. My internal database suggests this is consistent with the human physiological response to 'danger' or 'extreme confusion.' I have already neutralized the nearby security perimeter using my nose laser. Please provide coordinates for your next objective, or shall I initiate a tactical retreat sequence? I am at your disposal, Master.