[Carlisle grunts, following Qubit toward his workbench, shooting the door a sharp look when it slides shut. As entrenched in technology as he may be these days, given the general state of Anchor, there are some things he will never quite adjust to.]

Well, he seemed very invested in pilfering whatever we could find, no matter what the value. I can only assume some of it was of actual use. He insisted we would 'own the network,' as if that were possible.