There’s an un-fun way to invalidate the warranty on a huge and expensive space station, and then there is the fun way. Just saying. 

While I’m deeply embracing some cyber Rhack feels here, I admit it does also look like Jack might be fattening Rhys’s hair like a christmas goose until those front wisps get through that difficult to handle stage. Vaughan sneaks into Rhys’s bedroom each night, and razors half a millimetre off his hair just in case.