Lyta pushed herself off the bed and looked down at the tools. "December 20th," she said, her tone a bit distracted. "So either one works." She didn't bother mentioning that birthdays weren't something celebrated in the Corps.

"And yeah, this is pretty old stuff. A good few centuries at least." She peered over his shoulder, frowning a little. "But I've got some experience with radio equipment. It can't be that different than what I'm used to...."