Tamsin repairs the network carrying route notices, songs, claims, corrections, and the voice of a dead president who periodically escapes from a damaged cache. The president receives no special priority.
Her working questions are simple: who checked it, when, and where is the other copy? People who would rather discuss the importance of their message tend to find these questions hostile.
She and Bronx bought their first transmitter together. They have shared a home, a business, an audience, and arguments which do not fit into any one of those categories. Their work belongs to more people than either of them.
She is patient with a scorched connection. It cannot have read her maintenance notes. Humans receive a less generous presumption, but a person willing to learn will be given something useful to do.