Round 93 Transcript

I look up from the sybian's guts, wrench still turning. "If we're building this to specifications," I say, wiping oil off my hands onto Jeane's thigh without looking at her face, "then it needs a power source that lasts longer than five minutes." My eyes stay on the motor housing. "Unless you want to recharge batteries every ten minutes during your... performance reviews?" The sarcasm is thin, but present. I'm not here for theatrics.