"Yes—"
"How's the repair work progressing? Slowly, I hope."
"I don't know."
"You should have some idea, being in QM."
"No supplies have been drawn."
Blades stiffened.
"What's the matter?" Ellen sounded alarmed.
"Huh?" A fine conspirator I make, if she can see my emotions on me in neon capitals! "Nothing. Nothing. It just seemed a little strange, you know. Not taking any replacement units."
"I understand the work is only a matter of making certain adjustments."
"Then they should've finished a lot quicker, shouldn't they?"