Oh no, Dolce. Now you have Redana's [i]attention[/i]. She's sitting there looking at you with those mismatched eyes like a cat that's making up its mind whether to lick you or to go full feral Silly Mode. "Okay," she says, still drowning you in attention. "So what did you have in mind? Do you think we can compensate better for the heavily armored ramming configuration or the lightly-armored lightning strike design?" She flips another page and hovers her ink pen over the paper, not so much as blinking. It is Dolce's time to shine. "Because I need to give my presentation on this in, uh, six hours? Yeah. Six hours."

She definitely has not slept in the past eighteen hours, which would make her upcoming presentation a little... difficult. Especially if she doesn't make some sort of decision on this right now. Which means it's all on Dolce's fluffy shoulders to help her come to a conclusion and be able to pass out. But what if [i]he[/i] makes the wrong decision now? It's not like he's an expert on upgrading starships, after all. Maybe what Redana needs is confidence to follow her instincts, but what if she gets irrationally upset that he's dodging the question? And what is that third sketch up in the right corner that looks like some sort of... pleasure barge? Not on topic, Dolce, focus!