Delicate what? Sonja had never known installing a computer to be such intensive work they couldn't spare a moment to answer a simple question. Were they building the thing on site? That was just a silly thing to do. Why would you build it in the middle of a crowded lobby instead of in a clean room, and then transplant it?

But more importantly, did this wage worker just dismiss her? Sonja's composure completely changed. She was rigid, hard, her eyes taking on a menacing intensity, the only way a world leader, a commander of thousands of men, defender of three continental invasions, and daughter of the greatest military leader in Wars World could.

"Excuse me, when I ask you a question, you answer it." Sonja was not yelling exactly, but her voice could carry quite a way with this authoritarian tone, and it filled the entire room, turning many heads towards Sonja and the technician.