"Oh good. Good good good." She leaned over the bike and peered at the readouts scrolling across the bottom of the display. She tapped a few buttons on the screen and half of the data melted into the background, invisible behind the gauges.

"Diagnostics. The computational engine will synchronize with my work station, so I can see the raw data and make adjustments if necessary. Which -- after today, is no longer necessary!"

She actually patted the center console, a look of pride on her face.