Emitting a noise that could only be compared to that of a several dozen chimpanzee screeching at once, Durive leapt at the holoscreen, driving a series of violent spin kicks aimed at the image of Praxat in front of him.
It was clear that he was insulted in some capacity. Fortunately for whoever had to actually pay for such expensive equipment, he did relatively little damage and tired out quickly, falling back to his desk with sparse breaths.
Hopping to his feet(?) yet again, Durive wondered how he could help. The schematic he had was ruined. He had no way of simply sending a digital copy until his new monitro shipped in...he supposed for now, the insult-slinging frog girl would have to make due with the next best thing.
Reaching into his desk drawer, Durive drew out a sheet of ship building instructions to forward to Praxat. They weren't particularly of the same make or model....or size of the ship that was being sent to Earth, but perhaps the Toadian would get the general idea. And if not...the Chief shrugged, appathetically. If she couldn't follow a masterwork such as his blueprints then this is about all he had left.