What was it I wanted to write down? The last thing I remember is the lab… Memory malfunction! I need to write this down!
Taking stock. I'm dressed. No escort. Passcard. Sam smell, about ten minutes old. Soap, recent. My memory must have glitched in the last thirty seconds or so.
Have I been at robotics yet? Duh! I can walk over there and check for my scent. Honestly, without a nose I wouldn't know if I was coming or going.