Flynn doesn't even notice Williams handing him a new rebreather. He continues working vigorously on the small computer, and only when his alarm went off does he see the rebreather on the corner of the table. It was time to swap. It wasn't a tricky action or something... it was just very scary when surrounded by deadly gas. He picks up the rebreather and holds it close to his mouth. With his other hand he grabs the one covering his mouth, takes one last deep breath and then yanks the old one off! Within a second he replaces the old one for a fresh new rebreather, taps the small button on the side and checks his watch. The timer had reset and he hadn't died spastic on the ground. All in all a good day. He tosses the old, used up rebreather to the side and continues his work.

A solid ten minutes pass before he finally get's up from the little chair. With a smile, not visible due to the rebreather, he holds up the computer. With a confident stride he makes his way to the Life Support room and gives a wink to Williams as he holds up the PDA. "You can count yourself lucky that I'm such a genius." He glances at the remainders of the Life Support and nods. "That will do nicely."

Flynn puts on some rubber gloves and approaches the now laid bare circuits and pipes. Carefully he takes one of the wires in his hands, inspects it, and inserts it in some input in the PDA. As the PDA let's out some sounds of confirmation, Flynn turns towards Williams and nods towards the front of the ship. "Go check in the cockpit what the computer says. Let's see if we can fool a quantum processing computer." With that said, he turns his focus back on the PDA and begins to furiously tap in commands and occasionally bring a wire up to let it briefly touch a part of the PDA.