"It's a free hanger," Kaz replied, not pausing his work to speak to her. He wasn't hungover, but after the previous night's revelations, extra politeness wasn't on his 'to-do' list for the day. He would not allow his social life to interfere with his work life, and would allot her the appropriate level of respect as a professional, which she had earned. Honestly he could not have waved anyway, as both his hands were currently dug deeply into his mech's secondary propulsion system. There were no malfunctions, but there was always room for improvement. "The emergency power is currently linked to the primary propulsion router, so if something happens, emergency power is shunted toward the primary system first. But if I change the relay circuit out with this other one, the automatic system will not allocate emergency power through the primary conduits if there is already significant damage. This should reduce power loss when the emergency system is the only option."<br/><br/>Kaz had done the research already; he never did anything to his rig without pouring over product specs, spending days or weeks watching video recordings regarding performance, and consulting with others who might have more detailed information. He loved his mech more than he loved most people, driving him to spend countless hours researching the machine to learn as much about it as he could. It never betrayed him, he could always rely on it, and it never played games. Either it worked or it didn't work, and it made no promises or apologies. But the machine was only as good as those who cared for it. If the techs were incompetent, or the pilot was sub par, the quality and performance of the machine would suffer.<br/><br/>Before she had time to decide one way or the other, Kaz spoke up again. "I'm sure you're going to have your hands full processing all the data from yesterday. Hopefully you got some good information out of the whole thing. I've been thinking about that a lot, actually. When I started poking around at the damage caused by the asteroid cloud, I found this." With a flick of his foot, Kaz kicked a piece of smooth metal toward Shira, as his hands were still buried. "Not like any piece of rock i've ever seen. I wonder if it could have been interfering with our sensors. At any rate, no one died, we made it back with minimal damage... maybe whoever doesn't need to be fired. That might be a little hasty." None of what he said had anything to do with anything except time. Kaz had contemplated what happened and decided that even doing your job to the best of your abilities did not prevent errors.<br/><br/>"Anyway, it's whatever. Not in my job description. But if you feel like it, let me know if you find out anything about that piece."