"Yeah that would work too." Jim skips down to more annotations and nods at Verity's suggestion. He's pretty sure Scotty, Chekov, and he were talking about that at some point in the last thirty six hours of nonstop coffee and math.

Blink.

OKay, Jim's not a petty man, but he gets the most '1000% done with this shit' face and wanders back over to the wall computers. Giving the archer a smack on the back of the head along the way.

Friggin two days with no sleep, replicated coffee, and a hyperactive ensign chittering in Russian at you while your chief engineer makes borderline illegal math puns trying to stop the end of the universe, And Barton's impressed by the word 'conversion'.

Not that it's a bad idea, but this took some serious work here.

"We can get all of this converted back into data your devices will read, let asshole Skrull meat guy and your other best and brightest figure out how to implement everything we've done. And if this Reed guy pops an artery at someone out mathing him, I want it on video."

Technically cheating since future, but eh. Jim will take what he can get. All of this is directed at Verity quite pleasantly.