Rather be lucky than good.

[ He snorts. God no, he'll take good first any day.

Still. Speaking of opportunities. Taylor unwinds from the bunk and stands, stretching and popping out the few knots in is spine, rolling out his shoulders as Delta does his usual test of the extent of the neural lace's influence.

Not much right now but- probably for the best. ]

So it all comes down to a mutual work ethic and hatred of Malcolm Hargrove. I'll take that.