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Oscar immediately perked his head up at the metallic clanking that Washington's microphones seemed to pick up. He snapped his neck towards the battered monitor that received the drone's feed and felt his face twitch into a frown, unable to make out the grainy image without his glasses.

He paused for a moment, rummaging through his cluttered desk to try and retrieve the pair of spectacles, causing him to shove the wires and technology supplies off his desk to the point they created a small pool of electronics at his feet. He hurriedly shoved on the cracked pair of lenses, only for him to drop them as he finally saw what was on the screen.

Although it was rather... Crude, It was still evidence of survivors, or maybe even a group of them!

He lunged for Washington's controls, spilling a cup of coffee in the sudden movement, and hurriedly pressed a series of buttons in order to make the tiny robot screech a series of metallic sounds in an effort to communicate with the survivor, with or without damaging their ears.