He was passing, a rather hefty bottle of wine under his arm. And, for some reason, an annoyed looking metal man caught his attention. He turned, and immediately drew a finger across the PADD.

"Well, that makes two of us. Aesthetically, honestly. Just look at this thing. As much personality as a thrown brick. Digital has been a wonderful, wonderful and precocious child, but this is just..."

He sighs, at the lack of flair to this place. All that technology, and they treated it as...well. As exciting as a doorstop. That he was from a few centuries back - having lived significantly longer than anyone ought to have - but still. Helen would have chided him on the nature of perspective, but still. Where was the style?

"Still, the data storage is incredible. It impresses even me."