From the corner of her eye, Annalynn caught a reply from Maggie. She shook her head after she read it, unsure of what kind of reply she was actually expecting from her aptly nicknamed technical counterpart. She sent in return:

"Nuts (since you continuously passively insist you be called that),

I already sent her a message, but I can tell her again if you so insist. Be there soon.

And feel free to ask for help, sometimes. I'd hate to show up to the server room and see all its innards ripped out.

Bolts"

Annalynn rose from her desk, putting on the red leather jacket draped around her chair. She may have been the Science Head on a military ship, but Annalynn liked to look like the CEO of a corporation. It helped her self confidence, and the Captain had never exactly reprimanded her for never dressing in uniform, despite the urging of the Union brass. Annalynn made her way through the Science labs towards the server room. Passing  the cafeteria on her way, she gave a small wave to the mild-mannered Dr. Cason - was that an actual book he was reading? The medical chief [i]had[/i] always been a little eccentric...

It was no surprise to Annalynn to find the server room in the state it was: Maggie barking at Lieutenant Vas and Ensign Mallory, with - to Annalynn's great dismay - the innards of the servers ripped out.

"I seem to have showed up at an opportune moment, Commander Mason. Ensign Mallory, please give your ranking superior the duct tape. The science department has plenty to offer in return within reason."