Hyperblast has set up on one of the open tables in the barracks, occupying the space before him quite completely with data pads of myriad sizes. He's mumbling under his breath as usual -- either tuning out the wartime traffic around him, or relishing it. Most of what's audible is ... unrelated idioms? Strung together for some reason. Jackknife comes out of her barracks room after a long day working on stuff. "Hello Hyperblast." she offers to the mech, peering at all the stuff he has on that table. "My goodness." Jackknife hmms, "Hard to tell, could knock and find out."