"… Why do you have a [i]stencil[/i] for this?"

No, seriously, that's. How many times are you going to have exactly this need?

No, actually, wait, hold on--

"How many areas [i]have[/i] you marked like this?"

She's reaching for it--how many layers of yellow smoke? Can she tell that by how marked it i--and it's back in the robes. Somewhere.

Fuck.

He's doing his job. Or, you know, not his job, but the job he's decided is his job. That's good. We encourage that. We encourage people to think for themselves and cultivate skills and actually this is pretty similar to his. No, no, wait, no it's not, biomancy. His job is to evolve, which, apparently, means telling [i]her[/i] what to do on [i]her ship!--[/i]

No. No, don't be dumb. Push it down. Yes, it's instant, yes, it's instinctual--Cultural? Is there a difference at this point?--and it's dumb and it's stupid and you're [i]better[/i] than that, Dyssia.

Besides. He's not. Not [i]wrong,[/i] necessarily. Just unnecessarily an asshole. Cooling things here means cooling everywhere, just. Not for her and--

"Excuse the fuck out of me, but this is a ventilation shaft. For, you know, air. It's a [i]main[/i] ventilation shaft. And at every terminus, there's a pile of people who're gonna get pretty well done when you run plasma through it.

"So here's what we'll do. I'll surrender this ground to your plasma cooling for the good of the ship. And for the good of the crew, you can show me your plan to make sure nobody gets hurt by this."