“Fuck everything,” mutters CB, “about this tower interface.” Two days have passed since we moved into a new wormhole, and he is helping me anchor the last of the defensive modules outside the force field.
“It’s… pretty bad,” I agree, dragging another module to where I want it. “It used to be even slower.”
“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this for two days…” CB says. “And two different systems before this one. I guess should just stop bitching.”
He pauses. “But seriously, fuck everything about this tower interface.”