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FOCUSED eyes bore into the component below him as he took a tactical step back to analyse the problem, a HUFF of frustration following. Quinn braced his arm on the table as he lowered himself so he was eye level with his torment; the coffee machine. The generator was still powered but yet he couldn’t seem to HEAT the beverage. His hands ghosted over the various buttons, deciding on one and the beep that followed was hopefully a good one. He turned towards the survivor seated behind him, half sheepish, half triumphant. “Coffee?”