"No physical fights before 0900," Maggie threatened, but she didn't even bother to come all the way out of the server block. "Kal, lay off. Go eat a Snickers or something, fuck, I don't know, the replicator should be working again. If it's not, I'm going to punt someone out the airlock. Rockland, please don't break our ship more than it already is, this is going to be hard enough." At the yell from outside the server room, she jerked and swore when her head banged on the strut above her. She gingerly pulled her torso from the machine and shouted back over her shoulder, "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, MALLORY, QUIT PRETENDING TO BE OFFENDED, I NEED YOU."