"Bro, come on, we have settled all the small construction jobs. When are we leaving?" Andromeda and Tyr are heading towards the central conference room on the Typhoon. The onboard shipyard has half-built submarines that don't fit any design she knows. She takes a moment to appreciate the vessel.
"Come on! We are late because you had to get the Moving Metal factory in the perfect spot." They had been back three hours ago. However, Andromeda has a certain design-build she is going for and it takes hours to organise the builders just right. She nevertheless doesn't want to be blamed, so pokes him with a metaphorical stick.
