The buzz of celebration still lingered in the Operations Room as the team gathered around Rig 4, now proudly nicknamed "The Beast."
Kara leaned over it with a flashlight, inspecting the GPU rack while sipping from a silver flask labeled COFFEE OR DEATH. Rico stood beside her, chin up, wearing a smirk like a medal.
"So, can I officially say I tuned the Beast?" he asked.
Kara scoffed. "You can officially say you didn't fry it."
Rico smiled. "One GPU, two blocks in one day. No kidding. I mean, what do you think?" He looked at Kara. "Darren's gonna be happy with me, right? Like he would cut me slack a bit? Be friends again?"
Kara raised a brow at him like she pitied him. "I can't make any promises, bean head. But give the boss some time. I think if you keep proving yourself to him, he'll notice. For now..."
She tapped him on the shoulder. "...try to be comfortable in limbo."
Then, she walked away.
Rico slagged his shoulders.
