"What?" he blusters out, rushing over to the readout screen and peering over her shoulder.
"That's imposs--" he checks himself. "No, obviously it's not only possible, it's true. We'll save ourselves a lot of grief if we just start from there. Okay, Ace. How many classes of TARDIS fit the 4-Beta spectral range with a decay rate of 16 millirass?"
He grins at her sheepishly. "I copied off someone else's paper for the final. Sue me."
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"That's imposs--" he checks himself. "No, obviously it's not only possible, it's true. We'll save ourselves a lot of grief if we just start from there. Okay, Ace. How many classes of TARDIS fit the 4-Beta spectral range with a decay rate of 16 millirass?"
He grins at her sheepishly. "I copied off someone else's paper for the final. Sue me."