The auto-doc chimed, and spoke with a slight southern drawl. "Good! You heard. Yes, I know, the young'n there said I couldn't talk. Now, that'n there's got an issue. Rootin' around in his noggin', I found two things. One, he's mentally disabled. Poor kid must be lucky. Second, he's got somethin' like a demon...only it's him. This...other one...don't let him out, alright? He's bad news."