"The heat system is successfully working? ...You didn't tell me about that."
"Nope. I didn't. The air exchange core down below is measuring a nice 185 degrees over the last three days as it heats and brings in fresh air. Which means the metal on the distribution manifolds will singe your fur off if you bump one. Ask Kenneth from R&D."
"Isn't he human?"
The room grew quiet for a few seconds after that exchange, before a mewling noise from my son broke the silence. And opened the floodgates of shouting… and gruff toned stubbornness.
"That's it. I'm climbing the hoist rope."
"Don't break into our elevator, Kyrie!"
"Then open it for me. Now."
"Its stranded steel covered in grease, not clean static kernmantle. There's a reason we put rappelling down elevators with ACTUAL ROPE on the training menu!"
"Don't care. Want up."
"It will shred your hands as you climb!"
"I'll regenerate."
