"That's quite a lot of information, the dad of the child."
After leaving that remark, Bubbles closed her eyes and retreated into her own world, possibly leading over ten thousand Shepards and Diablos in swinging bricks, or maybe pondering in Demacia, but she was definitely not engaging in our discussion.
She had already laid out the valuable information filtered from the spaceship log before us. The remaining deduction and analysis were not what her super computing machine excelled at, so wisely, Bubbles handed this task to me and Sandora.
