"We could start tonight, lieutenant," her Scottish accent becomes even stronger on that word, inserting the UK's ubiquitous 'f' sound into the rank, "if that's what you'd prefer. We were just finishing up here, and I find myself without a task to occupy myself for the moment. Oh, I'm sure I can find something to putter about with, but it seems smarter to focus on necessary tasks. Now that survival's been taken care of, rescue seems to be the next priority, does it not?" she asks with an impish grin. "Much as I'd enjoy spending hours poring over the technology at the newly-dubbed Icehenge, from what I hear, it doesn't really hold the key for getting us rescued. That seems more likely to be the gate, so let's figure out how to get whoever's going over there." She clearly has the tendency to ramble on that many engineers do, although at least she isn't doing so about advanced mathematics or physics.