Old Lace, hunkered down into a more compact form suitable for the engine room, bumped her head into Molly's legs insistently, making a whirring that was consistent with concern, trying to divert her attention. It was a motion that had only slightly been influenced by directives from Gert. Years of fine tuning and her learning AI had gotten things to the point where she didn't really require constant controlling, which was for the best because Gert simply didn't have the time for that. No matter how much she loved the mech.
Not that she curtailed the moment simply because of Molly's obvious frustration, but she also didn't linger. Of course she never lingered in public. Even after all these years, Molly still counted as public. Patting a hand on his chest, she stepped out of the lingering arm around her waist. "I'm not sure if that will provide ample opportunity to erect a barricade inside our quarters, but if I'm able to accomplish that goal with a few moments to spare, I'll let you know."
"On Earth That Was they discovered a crankshaft that they were able to date back to 2nd century AD though the purpose of it was unknown. Knowing the Romans, however, they probably appropriated the idea from another culture and simply claimed it as their own while eradicating traces of it from the actual inventors," Gert informed them as she dug through the pockets in her coat looking for her clove cigarettes. Ship talk bored her but she was also soothed by dishing out pieces of ancient history.