[ The overlarge busboy is happy to laugh off their reactions, apparently used to it. Food and drink are deposited while Jim attempts stilted manners (not too successfully), and no sooner than the door's shut behind him, the lights return to normal.

Jeez. ]

Everything else was booked, [ he says wryly. ] Beach traffic, still, and with the attack on the artifact convoy, no one wants to travel. But, look. [ He picks up the crystal bottle of amber liquid and indicates the tumblers. ] We're saved.

[ He pours for her, first. ] Sure you're okay?

[ The food smells good, at least, and it hits him just how hungry he is. Oof, what a relief, even if room service is a circus. Jim sits back down again and raises his glass. ] Here's to figuring some of this out.

[ Cheers, swallow. ]

What was I saying? [ Oh - ] Right. Between Voss's observations and the state of the station, I think they're hiding us from something.