That location does not exist on this ship's blueprints. I have no recollection of any organization listed under the title of 'Domesticon' within my memories. No other crew members I have spoken to have mentioned it either.

[ Warranty and recycling sounded awful ominous, though. Zeta frowns as he lowers himself down to one knee. He doesn't need to be closer to assess the terminal's current state. He scanned a realistic hologram of a grandma taking a shower a couple of miles away from a moving train.

It's more protective than anything else. ]

Is there anything else I can assist you with? You are currently in danger of being damaged by foot traffic. Perhaps I can relocate you to less hazardous location?

[ Loathe as he is to leave the Ingress when Ro might come through, this machine seems like they might need his help more immediately. If nothing else, Ro has two legs and two arms and the willpower of a natural disaster.

She will find him if she arrives. He is sure she will. ]