"Enough!" Varus shouted, slamming a fist onto the table, causing a ripple of diodes to pulse across it's full length. "I may be considered the father of this ship, but that doesn't mean you can bicker like children. Ren, as far as I know the new software has already been transferred and is already being updated on all of our systems. We are not done and could use some help in the computer lab if you would be so kind." He finished, his tone still aggravated and his right hand pointing to the door.

"Dresden. I know you love your job, but if you won't let us modify our gear to be better protected from a cyber sense, I don't care how tough you make it, or how fast you can make it shoot. We need software to compliment the hardware. Find a different tech if you so inclined." Dresden meant well, but the way she was handling this was all wrong. Her mind was in the right, but her mouth... good lord that couldn't be in a worse place.

"Jack, nobody needs to touch your body if you don't want, but this update is for the computer systems of our armor and gear. If you don't get it, you'll be less effective and weaker on the field of battle, more susceptible to technological attacks. You want that? To have somebody push a button and find that your skin retracts and your plates as well?" he could sympathize with Jack, her armor being a part of her, but even then, updates could never hurt.

Ryder tilt his head to the side, seeing this outburst of Varus' as a very rare thing. But he wasn't being chastised, so he wasn't bothered. Though he did break his look of Teeth and began leaving the room. Without the leave to, but hey, he does his own thing. Kind of comes with being huge and able to bench a tank.