Dr. Amelia Tesla

Staring at the hologram, "There must be a better way to lock coordinates." Amelia storms into the lab sending a stack of tablets flying. "It worked, but we went to the asteroid belt not Jupiter station! Listen we need..." "Stop! Unless they demoted the project, you need a stiff drink!" She puts up a finger in protest. "You promised, where are you pointed?" She sighs loudly. "To the Taproom with You."