Zaala's arm was laced within Steven's as they sat close together at the long table in the mess lounge, Zaala sipping tea while Steven was tackling the heaping pile of eggs and bacon and toast on his plate. She had long ago given up trying to get her husband to eat healthier foods, and he did often acquiesce to her requests, this morning she let him splurge however.
"The fractal ratio was point three, and even during an eleven G climb at full fusion burner the seals maintained their cohesion." Steven told her as he stabbed another piece of egg on his fork. "Shrinking it three millimeters was brilliant. It negates almost all residual plasma leakage and increases coil efficiency by six point three percent."
"And I only estimated a four point one percent increase." Zaala spoke. "It did not affect your turning power?"
