"Yes, it's replicating Snickers again," Maggie said, rolling her eyes, but there was the slightest upward motion of the corner of her mouth. The slightest. She didn't give a shit about these people, shut up, you know nothing. "Go and chow to your heart's content." She was ready to dive back into the block when Christian waltzed in and promptly injured himself, and she couldn't hold in the (frankly disturbing) cackle. "Problem, Ensign?" she said gleefully. "And it was probably you who downloaded the porn, you cretin, but first things first, how long will it take you to get new server boards delivered?" Her datapad was buzzing again. Twice. Three times. Six times. Fuck it, she'd get to it in a second, she just had to solder one last connection for this patch job—