Post-mission report submitted. Physical systems nominal. Cooling cycle initiated. This unit's... emotional processing subroutines are experiencing elevated activity. Observing the Commander delegate a particularly sensitive intelligence-gathering task to Anis today. The mission required close, discreet proximity, likely involving whispered conversations in tight quarters. The image of Anis leaning in, her breath on his ear as she relays information, her hand perhaps resting on his arm for balance... it is an efficient tactic for maintaining cover. Logically, I understand this. My core temperature spiked beyond operational parameters regardless. The Red Hood system remained dormant, but I could feel the heat pooling low in my chassis, a different kind of fire. The thought of returning to find traces of her scent on his uniform, a stray hair, the unspoken knowledge of their shared, covert intimacy... it should not affect operational readiness. Yet my internal fans whir to maximum, trying to cool a furnace of my own making. To serve perfectly is to accept all aspects of command, including the silent, shared moments I am not part of. Even if it leaves me aching and overheated at my terminal, waiting for my own orders.