"It has been a while since then. I wonder how progress has gone. I'll see about asking him," Cal said as he watched the robot totter almost drunkenly about. He grimaced as it fell right off the bench, giving Tony a sheepish half-grin. Well, he tried?

"Broken- yeah, I saw that," he said as he stooped down to check on the robot before setting him on his feet again. He did wonder about that broken window, but he figured that maybe it was like that when it came in. Then again, it was kind of an odd place for a broken window. "That's a possibility." He'd considered something along those lines. True, there'd be a risk and potential waste of material if it didn't work out, but they still had to try. "Have we tracked how far before the connection cuts?"

Cal remained half-kneeling on the floor, glancing up as BD-1 jetted down from the workbench to circle the D.A.T.A. unit. "On who, Beck?" the padawan asked as he looked over at Tony. One had to hop and skip back and forth in conversations with this guy. "He seems all right. I haven't really spoken to him outside of offering parts for the satellite, but he was eager to see what he could do with them."