She likes that Mattias takes the time keep the moles out of danger. They remind her enough of the tardigrade that had once been on Discovery for her to, if not like them, at least not want to see them harmed.

"I think once I strip the frayed wires away and replace them, the power fluctuations that have been causing those little hiccups in the water filtration rate should stop. Unless there are more chewed wires we haven't found yet..." she says, working the problem through to herself out loud at the same time as answering his question.

She opens the maintenance hatch a little further and winces at the sparks. "Can you hit that switch over there to kill the power on this section? I don't need anything making my hair bigger than it has to be," she jokes with a bit of a nervous laugh. "Or, y'know, to get fried from the inside out," but the imagined voice of her mother and her passive-aggressive comments about her appearance has always been a little louder than her sense of self-preservation.