Sass from the AI!
“Sorry,” Tobias replied. “No, wait, that’s a polite fib. It’s too risky. I’m not sure if the ship’s contaminated.”
You said that before, too. Asenath was also getting better at using her speech software; the exasperation came through clearly. Now that you are no longer interposing this with crazed warnings about ravenous tentacles from the Stygian depths, could you explain what that ‘contamination’ might be?
Tobias started checking the cameras. “Have you gotten the telemetry from the hopper yet? And how are we talking, anyway?”
To answer your questions in order: no. There may have been damage to the data transmitter. I should be able to access it if you route the information through your own suit’s datalink. As to the other… you neglected to forbid me from launching a emergency comsat. Asenath now sounded, if anything, slightly smug. And I did not presume to remind you of any orders that you may or may not have wanted to give.