Sarah sighed in exasperation. It didn't look like she was going to be allowed back to the circuit breakers until this woman was finished interrogating anything that moved. Somewhere behind her, she was fairly certain Michael was hiding under a table. Surely electrical work wasn't meant to be this complicated. "It might not make sense, but it's what happened. I don't usually come to install systems with a cover story, you know. Contents May Differ was my ship, before I came here. An old passenger liner I had when I did freelance work. I grabbed the projectors, like I said, because I thought they would be handy to fit to Contents' scanner UI. You know, get a three-dimensional image of whatever the scanner was pointed at. She was still in the middle of a retrofit when I chanced across the Rheinland military, who didn't seem to like her being where she was. The pod landed me on one of your bases, and I figured I'd make myself useful keeping your ships flying." She rested a leg across her knee. "Which should pretty much answer your last question too, huh?"
"This is really sort of a personal project of mine."
- James Arland, on single-handedly engaging an enemy regiment.
