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It gets a wry grin. "Don't know how y'do it m'self. Simple enough, no makin' copies. No pictures, no prints, no transferrin' it to y'tablet." He shrugs. "Aint nothing personal, just aint lettin' all that outta this room."

[speakveryclearly]

"Okay..." Though she completely believes his avowed lack of personal reason, it does still slightly depress her that in her interdimensionally unstable situation, she's not trustworthy. That's a problem to be solved after the war, IF she stays here long enough to see it, a stipulation she does not often let herself consider.

"I didn't even know printing resources were available up here what with the short supplies of everything else. I wouldn't dream of doing so now."

[the_array_team]

"They aint for t'most part." There was still always something easier to him about a print map, though that was still in one of his boxes.

He pushes back his chair and clears off space by one of the other terminals. Wrenches and parts, diagrams and instructions that were of less importance tended to find themselves on whatever available surface there was, now that there was hardly any storage that could be boasted of. There's a few minutes of typing and the screen flashes a few times before he turns it over to her.

KMaryam
Please select a password. __________
Retype selected password __________

He steps aside, intent on sorting through his supply missions for some likely targets.

"I'll walk y'through the first one or two. Wont need too much on these."