[Rambling, Soldat can handle. They're used to Sora, after all. They wait patiently through it until she catches herself, settling into a polite neutral expression, though they kind of want to smile at the chatter and the subsequent apology.]

It's fine. We'll check the log book upstairs, see if there's an actual date. I doubt the robot would have said to check it if the full intel we need wasn't there.

[There's a pause, a hesitation, then they add,]

And I'm not going to any labs. I'll pass the code along to Matt or Kuai or someone else going.