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An electronic voice coupled with releases of steam bickered with itself from afar, heading from the desert nowhere-s to the bar. The voice became more and more coherent the closer it came.

"TSSST! Rerorearseezeffer-TSST! Stareorechpaace- RERR-pffft-TSSS-Reach for the stareeoooor..."
The voice powered down just before it reached the door. As another more seldom wanderer brushed past the robot with a hostile mutter the bot began booting back up, flicking his head back up with his spotlight-eyes switching on with an audible *CLICK*
He then began to quietly utter prompts as he twitched his limbs back into action, yelling much louder at the end-prompt of the sentence.

"TSSST! Reinitiating booting up power couplings-ONE HUNDRED PERCENT!"
A winding up noise rose like a toy rose as he began moving again, thrusting one left arm forward to force open the battered door. It survived.

"TSSST! Recalibrating start-up command engines- METERS ARE IN THE GREEN!"
Sand was now buffered out of all the robot's nooks and crannys, releasing dust into the musty air for with the robot did not care for.

"SSSsss..! REGENERATING STABILIZING ZEFF-ER-US IS NOW ACTIVE!"
Zephyrus took a moment to pause, quickly jutting his head to observe everyone in the bar. He then spoke in a much more tuned voice. He no longer spoke in a genderless monotone but rather a light and whimsical British accent with an electrical undertone, tying it together. It was vocally male, as well.

"Gree-Gree-Greetings and saluta-tations, sirs and ladies. Has anybody seen the w-w-w-w-w-wind?"
Zephyrus continued to situate himself on a chair opposite table to where Zeck was sitting. As observed in the past minute, this sitting on chairs seemed to be the norm here.