He managed to eventually get the basics of the program done, and then had a thought that had him still wrestling and cursing with the room's 'programming' when Tyra finally came back, having just barely gotten the 'Blue' programming done, and was working with Vorela and Ashara to get the 'Gold' settings up. The problem was that the damn room wasn't a shadow stalker, which had been designed for having to quickly adapt, anticipate, and even improvise. The rooms were supposed to have a couple of simple settings that they cycled through, not the fifty odd and minute differences an egg would need. He waved to Tyra when she finally came back, looking like she felt much better, and he nodded before turning back to the seven different free floating screens he had set up, trying to hold a conversation with both Vorela and Ashara on one, and using the other six.<br/><br/>He leaned back and sighed in vexation, before glancing back to Tyra. "You look much happier now. Just because you CAN doesn't mean you should, or so I keep getting told. And the room has been set up for you, so you should only have to do minor adjustments. The biggest problem is trying to get it to monitor each egg individually and to not mix the adjustments needed, but I figured it out for your species. I am about to set this entire plane on freaking fire with balefire, and rework the settings from scratch. Need to get 'Twilight' settings up as well, those you will have to continue doing on your own for a bit. Son of a..."<br/><br/>The shortened curse was because his room monitoring program had just shat out an error, and had crashed. A quick check showed the 'Blue' setting for egg monitoring was still running fine, it had just deleted an hour or so worth of work.