Date: 2008-10-21 02:35 am (UTC)
There is uncomfortable foot-shuffling as the aliens wait for their fellow to come back with information.

Luke, meanwhile, is discovering that it is difficult to hack into a ship and plant information in its database about this when one is hiding in a bulkhead. Sigh.

Someone eventually ventures, "My seventh-generation grandkids never visit me."

FACEPALM, says the collective consciousness.
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