The engineer's screech brought Halcyon's head up immediately, though she didn't look around for a source by turning her head.  She glanced at the now clean creature from the corner of her eye; then she ducked her head and smiled shyly.<br/><br/>Her hands never left the console, where they pushed, pulled, twisted and wove magnetic fields and electrical impulses into nothing that could be defined in terms of comprehensible Galactic, all without moving.  The computer understood them, but they altered the computer at the same time, making it capable of understanding the new form of information and programming language it was force-fed.  Her own mind, fractured and incomprehensible, collated data and played with the algorithms and symbols like a musician even as she considered the presence of her ship-mate.<br/><br/>Satisfied with the data-dump and organization of memory in the computer system, she slowly extricated herself from the computer, and placed her hands in her lap as the computer console sparked and smoked slightly, the withdrawal of her power tormenting it.  This particular console was designed for her, however, and would not suffer the reboot that was the bane of her power.  Halcyon did not get up, or move from the seat; she sat there, calm and looking slightly forlorn as she watched Elke from the corner of bright blue eyes.