He's nowhere near York's skill, and he knows it. But it would give him something else to focus on, some way to occupy himself, and right now? That was all he needed.

So here he sits, sequestered away from the rest of the ship, doing puzzles York's traumatized AI concocted for him, just so he wouldn't snap and do something stupid. It's pathetic, he thinks, and it garners a little more anger. That serves as motivation, if nothing else.

"That will do."