Ninety nine point nine percent of the time Clipper was the perfect guard dog. The drone was unquestionably loyal to the Murphy family, obedient to a fault, and endlessly patient with David's friends gushing over her when they came to visit. Stationing her at the house several nights a week and allowing the public to get to know her as the 'family pet' was doing wonders for OmniCorp's public opinion, and Clara and David could rest easy knowing that no one would bother them with that particular house guest curled up on the living room floor.

And then there was that point zero one percent of the time when having the drone guarding the house could be a downright startling and expensive experience. Especially when something in the yard (in this case, a particularly clumsy raccoon knocking over the trash cans) triggered her defense response and she took out the front door in the rush to deal with it.

On the bright side, at least now Clara would not have to worry about picking up after a furry masked bandit that could potentially be a threat to her or David. AND. And. Now she could pick out a new door and get OmniCorp to pay for it!

The woman hadn't taken these things into consideration when she saw the damage, apparently. Clipper's ears twitched slightly as she tilted her head, staring at Clara silently as her scans measured the woman's vitals, trying to determine whether she was more frightened or angry.