Eight takes note of that, and gets the impression that Devero was from a time far beyond the train. Perhaps even far beyond her own people's technology. It was enough for her want to have a long conversation with him.

Eight frowned at the analysis. The best solution would be to scrap the whole thing and make a new cylinder. Even if they had the parts to do that it would take time. "Cod dam it..."

In a fit of frustration she threw the rag against the table. All the lubrication in the world would mean for nothing if they can't get this part right.

Okay. Okay. What... else they can do... "A seal or a plug, maybe?"