"The mission points," Barbara nods, returning to what he'd said only minutes earlier. It's the whole having been here for over a year that makes her feel less inclined to be pinched by the fact that she might get less out of this sunnyside campout catastrophe this month.

(Unless she decides to finally ask for the supplies to make more of the space station communicators. Except that it is still more unwieldy than the delicacy and anonymity of use she likes to put into the pieces she makes for her family and teammates back home.)

"If it's not prying too much, what are you planning for some of your next uses of them?"