Agnès went off crying and sniffling with her two Gumea friends. Of course, thanks to the training she'd received from a certain excellent teacher, she'd more or less learned the basics of working in space. From here on out, it was just a matter of practice.
"Wear your spacesuit more often, and you'll get used to it. Then you'll be able to pilot your heraldry mech through space without needing any adaptation training," Feifei told the Gumea girl.
Maybe Agnès really did believe her. In any case, although she cried and sniveled while working, sometimes muttering complaints too quietly for anyone but herself to hear, she still got the job done quickly.
A failing student who'd graduated from a third-rate public high school in a backwater district could now, with some difficulty, operate a battleship's onboard information terminal and main-gun console, as well as a spacesuit and small repair tools. That was psychics for you: as long as they were willing to learn, they always improved quickly.
Afterward, Mr. Silverbeard suggested to Yu Lian that if they really could get in touch with the Compass Merchants' Guild and the Toth Consortium, they should ask them to bring more mercenaries and technicians. He added that it was what everyone had agreed on.
Dr. Xie went on to explain, "With our manpower, it'll take at least another month to patch the ship up enough to fly safely. But if you can get me another five hundred people, I can cut that down to three days. And even once the ship can fly, we'll still be a long way from restoring all its functions. If we run into danger, a dreadnought this big could end up being a liability."
What he really meant was that the several hundred refugees aboard were a liability