In Response To: I'll let these stand on their own for a bit (ISitInA)
Bzzt! As per your orders, I have monitored the following conversation.
bzzt! I have applied your person language filters.
Wolfe: Hey, you! You're getting conscripted.
Jarvis: Eh? What's going on?
Wolfe: You hear about the CME?
Wolfe: Solar buildup. Hive says that when it bursts, we're going to have more radiation than Fatima's laundry hamper. Shouldn't be a problem, we're moving so the planet acts as a shield, but we want to bunker down further in while we're grounded.
Jarvis: I don't...
Wolfe: Right, right. Sorry. We can't do EVA operations or else people will be glowing in the dark. The hull should stop the radiation, or at least what the AVABs don't get, but it's better to be safe than sorry. We're shuffling the storage bays to accommodate, so that we don't have to freeze all non-essentials and defrost them after it's not so hot outside. Waste of antifreeze, they say.
Jarvis: (Measured) So, you want me to move stuff from one bay to another so that we have as much protection as possible when it hits.
Jarvis: When I'm not on shift.
Wolfe: (Evenly) Uh-huh.
Jarvis: And have to go back out my next shift.
Wolfe: (Annoyed) You saying no?
Jarvis: Technically I don't have to answer to a swabbie.
(Pause, 1.3 seconds)
Jarvis: But since dying from radiation is less pleasant than if I puncture my suit from sleep dep, I think I'll let myself be conscripted and act like a proper swabbie.
Wolfe: (Amused) SmartBLAM, huh?
Jarvis: (Embarrassed) Actually, Raschad said that it would be the best way to flirt with you... I mean, uh..
(Pause, 2.1 seconds)
Wolfe: (Angrily) Get moving!