A genius at work ;
[Whether you happen to care or not, Sheridan has claimed a goodly portion of the bridge as his own personal drawing board. He couldn't sleep, so he has pulled out every scrap of want-ad he has (which is a ridiculous amount, by the way) and spread them out in a formation that likely makes sense to no one other than him. He's standing over it and occasionally moving to adjust a page or two.]
Hmmm. No, they want something... [He trails off into a mutter and flips over a small multi-colored ad] Maybe if we- MAC! How far are we from Paris right now?
Forty-one point three three three six five seven nine four seven-
Okay! Stop. Forty-one point whatever what?
Kilometers.
So that's... [He steps forward and picks up a newspaper sheet covered in highlighter, reading it over carefully.] If we try that, and maybe buy a few... hmm.
Hmmm. No, they want something... [He trails off into a mutter and flips over a small multi-colored ad] Maybe if we- MAC! How far are we from Paris right now?
Forty-one point three three three six five seven nine four seven-
Okay! Stop. Forty-one point whatever what?
Kilometers.
So that's... [He steps forward and picks up a newspaper sheet covered in highlighter, reading it over carefully.] If we try that, and maybe buy a few... hmm.