"On the wall. Didn't they tell you after the briefing?"

There is an odd alcove in the direction of his dismissive gesture, though it's easy enough to mistake it for an inset glass-bottomed shelf, and the buttons above for a decorative pattern.

For his part, satisfied that appropriate amounts of food magic are happening, he flips on his comm, rotating through apps until he finds a search engine to look up 'cosine'.