595 595 Technically an Uproar

As Max lay in bed the next morning with Nico's sleeping head on his chest, he carefully analyzed his mistakes, shortcomings, and every possible deficiency in his training, then determined that it was simply, mathematically impossible for her to be that good at diverting conversations and getting herself out of trouble.

She would be taking over all of the Terraforming paperwork for the next two weeks, and the excess paperwork that her little joy ride with the Envoy had generated was also tasked to her, but Max knew full well that she could complete both as a background process in her augmented mind without actually putting any conscious focus on it.