"Yeah, Gypsy's always off running the higher functions of the ship, Cambot's busy too, and Mike's...Mike," Crow sighed. While they could certainly keep each other entertained, some fresh meat was nice.

Tom looked disappointed that she didn't want any punch, but didn't press Liz on it. He just gave a little shrug, inasmuch as a robot such as him couls shrug. "Oh, you know, the usual! Read comic books, bake souffles, go fishing, play games, solve world hunger but not tell anyone, spy on Mike..."

"And I write screenplays!" Crow piped up.