Helga begins soldering whatever it is she's working on. But she's turned her back to Marin so that the catgirl can't see. "You could say that." The soldering iron is indeed hot. Apparently it's just been sitting there for a while, if the mark in the dust on the top hard drive is any clue. "If I align the displacement matrix like this, and the zero-point field like this..." She mutters. "Aha!" She holds something up triumphantly... It's a lunchbox. An old, rusty one. Wait, what was she soldering?