Pidge is comfortable with her skills and seems entirely unphased by the task before her. Reaching into the bag she begins to rummage around and pulls out a fresh cable which she sets to swapping into the ship's communication array, nearly half her (admittedly diminutive) body into the tangle of wiring and circuitry.

"Yeah, the ion storm's gone but it's really messed with our electronics. I haven't been able to get a solid connection with the fleet since it went through. Hoping it's just residual interference, but I'm trying new parts, just in case. She grunts and shimmies free.

"Where's Hunk to do engineering stuff when I need him, huh?" She glances at Cloud. "You wouldn't know anything about starship systems, would you?"