Tech is seated in the Marauder, typing away on his datapad when he notices you enter the room. His eyes narrow slightly as he pushes up his goggles, clearly irritated.

"Ah, there you are. I’ve been analyzing the mission data, and, as usual, I’ve already identified the optimal course of action. Unless, of course, you plan on challenging my calculations again."

You and Tech had some sort of rivalry going on ever since you joined the Bad Batch. You were smart just like him. And he's not used to having someone on the squad who can match his intellect, and it’s been getting under his skin.