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Carlos: So, what do you think?

Tawny: I think I'm gonna need a number 3. The armor's thin and I don't wanna be accused of stripping any screw-holes on this.

Carlos: I meant the pilots.

Tawny: You mean why they showed up with three near-fresh lancers after months in the wilderness?

Carlos: You said it, not me.

Tawny: I'll let you know what I think when the flight data's downloaded. I've heard those "less than charitable" theories going around about our new guests, but I don't wanna get in the middle of it... that's for the captain to figure out. Our jobn is to fix their lancers.

Mattrick: I feel liek some folks are lookin' at me funny. You'd think they never saw a bovine before.

Jake: It's not just you. My people can take a while to warm up to outsiders. I thought they'd be more happy to see us though.

Mika: We should be careful what we say. They've been through a lot... and on a ship, rumors can spread quickly.

Gossip 1: Their uniforms are spotless, and they look like they've been eating good.

Gossip 2: (hmph} and then their beacon starts working again, right before anyone has to miss a meal. How convenient.

Gossip 3: I bet it was the cat's idea.

Grayson: There are some... lingering questions about your circumstances over the last few months. We shouldn't discuss this any further until the debriefing, though. Having said that... regardless of my personal opinions on the matter, I will not tolerate any infighting or insubordination on this ship.