Saren hesitated for a moment. The captain was still scowling.  Perhaps she shouldn't say.  But then what would she accomplish by further antagonizing him?<br/><br/>"Well, the panel has a line connecting it to the ship's main computer net.  It has to if the ship is to be able to monitor the settings remotely.  And there's no such thing as a connection that only runs one way, it sends and receives."  She smiled, starting to warm to her favorite subject.  "Of course there's no software for doing anything much, just the control panel interface, but it's possible to send a query to the computer, and so it's really just a matter of knowing enough about computer languages to know what to ask.  I had to try quite a few things before I got in, but it really wasn't that hard.  I've spent my whole life talking to computers.  I can even work with real, sentient AIs.  I know computers better than I know anything else except my sister.  We didn't have anyone else to talk to, except the computers.  Though Laren never wanted to spend much time talking to them, she spent all her time in the gym and at the shooting range."<br/><br/>She stopped suddenly, realizing she might have said too much.  She wasn't sure she should tell a stranger their life story.<br/>