Sam nearly asked who the fuck Jean-Luc was, before she remembered that Baldy's name was not, in fact, actually Baldy. She'd known she would have trouble with that one from the start. And it looked like she knew herself pretty damn well.

Great.

She was growing as a person, or something.

For the time being, though, she set that thought aside, tilting her head slightly. "Are replicators what they sound like?" she asked.

If they were, she only had a gazillion questions.