"Look, you've got a lot of questions, and me, I'd love to answer them, but we're all short on answers. Even the ship brains."
There's a small device like a PDA or a handheld computer in his hand, and he holds it out for her inspection.
"Brainy, Billy Cranston and I designed these for shipwide communication. They're omnicoms. Think of them as internet that only applies to everyone else on Stacy. I'm pretty sure Billy's handing them out over there -" he gestures towards the kid - "so if you could use something to record your thoughts and questions on, get your hands on one. I can't guarantee that your entries won't be hacked if you private them - too many brilliant motherfuckers on this ship - but I can guarantee I'll know who did it."
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He prefers science for defense, but - yeah.
"Look, you've got a lot of questions, and me, I'd love to answer them, but we're all short on answers. Even the ship brains."
There's a small device like a PDA or a handheld computer in his hand, and he holds it out for her inspection.
"Brainy, Billy Cranston and I designed these for shipwide communication. They're omnicoms. Think of them as internet that only applies to everyone else on Stacy. I'm pretty sure Billy's handing them out over there -" he gestures towards the kid - "so if you could use something to record your thoughts and questions on, get your hands on one. I can't guarantee that your entries won't be hacked if you private them - too many brilliant motherfuckers on this ship - but I can guarantee I'll know who did it."