Prompt: My computer is run by hamsters
The armory was quiet. Ash's omni-tool fizzled to life then promptly died. It took every effort to keep from stomping her foot at it.
"You should take better care of your equipment, muñeca," Vega said as he came up on her. He somehow managed not to smell like mass accelator vapor, sweat and old leather today.
He handed her a new omni-tool.
"Like yours is up to date," she groused, but took off the old and slapped the new one on her wrist anyway.
He frowned. "Damn straight it is. I'm no tech." He waved his own omni-tool at her. "I need this shit. Something happens to one of the techs, I'm fucked without this."
"Swear to God it's run by hamsters," she told him.
He shrugged but pointed to the terminal on the armory desk. "My computer is run by hamsters," he said. "Yours is run by space fleas, muñeca."
"I'm originally from Sirona, you ass. There aren't space fleas there."
He only grinned at her and turned back to his work. Ash collected her guns and left in a huff.
Ehhhhh. Not exactly what I was going for. Space fleas reference my headcanon's the basket-ball-sized ones on Amaterasu.