"You're late. Again." Letono tapped a pen on his desk. His sole mechanic had just arrived for work.
"Again? Aw, snap!" Telzin rolled her eyes.
"...and I'm guessing that you're still hung over from last night," he continued.
"Getting better, actually. I'm keeping a positive attitude."
Letono's expression momentarily showed indignation, but he quickly got a hold of himself. "You know, it's almost midday. That's just not acceptable. Keep this up and I'll have to petition for a replacement."
"Yeah, you always say that, but hey, no one knows this place like I do. Besides, it's not like there's anything that needs to be done. No traffic, no maintenance."
"That may be," he grudgingly admitted, "but as it happens, there is something in your wheelhouse that needs doing right now."
"No way!" she feigned surprise. "What needs fixing?"
"Do contain your excitement, please. Line 3 was running slow this morning."
"For who?" Her boss's lack of immediate response spoke volumes. "Oh, right, you were jus