She should probably complain about the rough treatment of such delicate things, but the boards were scorched to shit already. "Fuck, I'm going to have to go Mallory," she muttered. "I hate that guy." Maggie nudged Rockland's hands out of the way and got to work with the coolant, taking some of the heat off of the irreplaceable parts and checking what could be patched up quickly. Swinging a tool around her finger in a circle, she pulled the goggles down from on top of her head and got to work.

"Well, Jesus, sorry, I'll make sure everything on ship is covered in goddamn braille," she snapped back, wrenching a part out with a grunt. "Sorry, Lieutenant, that's basically our last priority right now. Just...yank what I tell you to yank, when I tell you, got it?"