Even just the console room is much more than it expected from the outside, even given the data packet she'd shared. As it steps inside, it gawks--while the machine part of its brain is throwing error messages about the size, the organic part is filled with wonder.

"You're beautiful." This aloud, not over the feed, letting the words echo within the space.

And then it returns to the previous conversation, giving her the drone access it offered. One's over the pool deck, another's around the Windjammer buffet, a third is up near the bridge for a bird's eye view and a fourth is patrolling the halls.

Repair and maintenance tasks to be handled in order of priority. Where should I begin?