Freeport 10's Research Deck: Commonwealth Research and Development Wing.

[The_Normal_Anomaly]

He raises his hand, seeming to feel a little injured that the conversation immediately moved on, even as he was about to respond.


He clears his throat with an obtrusive "Ahem."

"No, I have not solved the hand melting issue. I've been down here, what, twenty minutes? I've not had time enough to figure out how to make pure energy something I can cuddle my face into."

He suddenly realizes his tone was perhaps a little too annoyed. Speaking a little more sheepishly

"I'll get it done, but, well, time. I need to wait on the current set of computations to complete before I move on, alright?"

He goes to look at the datapad in his hand, realizing that it is no longer in his hand.

"Umm, can I, uh, get that back now?"

He steps closer to avoid the need to throw the datapad back at himself.