[Richie has also been slaving away on a project. A way in which to use the translation programs on the communicators to translate whatever form of language the inmates in Sector 6 use. It's been bugging him for days and he's been crunching the numbers, going over the algorithmic, what kind of equations would need to go into the new software, but in the end he's come up with a roadblock.
And he needs coffee. His energy booster drink mix only goes so far before it stops being effective. He needs caffeine. So he makes his way into the coffee shop with his notebook in hand, his hair disheveled and a pencil stuck behind one ear. He doesn't even pay attention to who else might be in the shop at first.]
Just hook it to my veins and let be get back to work!