Knots and stars. "Planets don't have ideologies." Sasha is sorely tempted to show off her own heretical tendencies--she could print off a handful of dice and see how often she rolled a four, which would probably be a lot--but she is the one who asked the fucking question. She spins her empty glass instead, watching the way light from the table-screen shines through it, and decides to wrench the conversation back to safer channels. "Anything else I can tell you about? More personnel stuff? Supply? The matter printer can make firearms, but unless and until we get a newer model, we're stuck sourcing ammunition conventionally."