Sam re-opened the hatch and beckoned her out before him. "Well then," he said, his own mind racing thanks to her minimalist response. "After lunch, I think we can see about getting you more computing power," he said. The ship's backup CIC core was still in place and had more than enough computing capacity to coordinate all of the ship's combat operations, but was never used, at least, not enough to matter, and it was easily air-gapped from the rest of the ship.<br/><br/>"In the meantime," he gestured to his right, "the Officer's mess is this way."