BREYA: I've got your fleet specs in front of me.
MURTAUGH: That was quick.
BREYA: My intel team runs like greased hypernodes on zero-Kelvin Teflon.
BREYA: Moving on... Maxim Thirty-Nine and Cynthetic Certainty are both welcome to land and look around on Bacchus. Full access.
MURTAUGH: Synthetic What, now?
BREYA: Cynthetic Certainty.
Captain Tagon let Cindy pick the name.
MURTAUGH: Okay, but how did you...
BREYA: *interrupting* Do in the pool?
I picked "Kitesfear II."