After sharing some warmth and sweat in the last embrace, Miranda finally took one problem off her chest. At least she didn't have to worry about how things are going with Jack. Well of course it wasn't all unicorns and rainbows, but as long as they didn't come in each other's ways they were sorted. And that was a start. However Miranda didn't have much time to dwell on that recently considering how dedicated she was to her new work. It's not that it was a challenge for her or that she loved the job, but they gave her a chance and she wasn't going to waste it. And of course someone had to pay the bills. What was interesting and concerning at the same time, Jack was actually keeping up with her part of the payment, even though Miranda was pretty sure that she hasn't worked since the war.

Surprisingly Jack was home all day. She was ensconcing in her room, but at least Miranda was sure that Jack wouldn't get some pirates - or worse, the Alliance - after them. Actually she was willing to think that Jack was just playing with Eezo for the whole day. She didn't believe that herself, but as long as no-one was dying, she didn't have to bother really. Instead, she decided to try fixing one of her old datapads, as the citadel-blast - as some had called it - destroyed most, if not all of technology. The devices weren't highly damaged in physical means, but the software was entirely dead.

"What's up cheerleader?"

Miranda jumped as if someone just pinched her. Yes, she was expecting Jack to come out at some point, but that didn't make it any less surprising. She got caught up with her work so much that she didn't even hear the older woman sneaking behind her. And by sneaking she meant walking.

"Oh, hi Jack," she said, turning the swivel chair she was sitting on around to face her interlocutor, "I'm just trying to get this thing working. After London I didn't really have the time to do so."

"And how successful are you in this 'fixing'?" Jack asked, trying to take a peek at what Miranda has done to the poor device.

"I must admit that it would've been easier if I had the right tools, but I'm doing pretty good," she said, reflexively veiling the datapad. She didn't really mind Jack looking. Well at least not until the thing was working. Surprisingly, it wasn't because of some sort of Cerberus back up information or anything alongside these conspiracy theories. It was containing mostly her personal notes, and she valued her privacy.

"Have you disconnected the HRV wire?"

For a second her brain delayed the reaction since she got pulled out of her thoughts back to reality.

"Of course I- Oh my..."

Jack bursted out in laughter as she spot Miranda's eyes widen as she realized her mistake. It wasn't a mean kind of laughter though, frankly if the circumstances were different Miranda would have probably admired Jack's good mood.

"Thank God my omni-tool works, otherwise I might have missed the chance to tell everyone how you fried your tech," Jack grinned, however she did not open her omni-tool. She was only playing, as always. There was no need to humiliate Miranda even more. Even though it would be fun.

"I haven't!" Miranda said... far too loudly for the fact she'd claim to be perfectly calm.

"Yes you have. Let me take a look" Jack hunched over, as she scanned the gadget with her sight. Miranda tensed up not only mentally, but physically as well. She froze, waiting for the other woman to break the silence. Normally Miranda would not have been worried, however that night one mistake had been already proven to her and she already learned to control her arrogance.

"Okay, you haven't," Jack said without taking her eyes off the insides of the data-pad, "but if I didn't tell you, you would have." She straightened up, finally allowing Miranda some personal space.

"Since when do you know how to fix datapads?" Miranda tried to hold off the annoyance in her voice. To Jack's delight, she failed miserably.

"Since when aren't you perfect at everything?" Jack's grin has broadened even further.

"Well, before I didn't have many chances to see the actual thing. And also, the older ones lacked the HRV," Miranda answered, trying not to trip over her own words.

"Older ones? Jesus, Miranda how ancient are you?"

Jack raised her eyebrows in a quite exaggerated manner in order to seem surprised or maybe even frightened by Miranda's alleged age. She couldn't keep the face for long, as she exploded with laughter once again, making Miranda roll her eyes obnoxiously.

"You're done yet?"

"Relax cheerleader. I'll help you with that if you want."

Jack's offer was sincere, and that's exactly what concerned Miranda. And the fact that she made herself look as if she never had to work with the physical aspects of technological nuances. And of course it wasn't that she cared if Jack believed her or not. Miranda knew herself, her abilities and worth, no matter what other people said... right?

"I don't need your help," Miranda frowned.

"Fine. But I'll mock you anyway, so don't even wish."

For a moment Miranda was quite sure Jack was going to stick her tongue out like a little kid in a nursery and go back to playing in her sandbox. She wasn't entirely wrong in her assumptions as the younger woman turned around on her wheel and went straight back to her room with a huge smile on her face.