"Thanks, Jana." Beryl looked over at Cloud. "You coming?"
Cloud shrugged. "I suppose I could do with free drink. Besides," he patted Oliver on the shoulder. "Someone's got to keep him out of trouble. Right, Impe?"
"Trouble?" said Impe. "I won't be any trouble. I was planning on picking up another Nilar field cauterizer for our next voyage. Mine's getting worn out." He looked at Jana. "By the way, where are we headed for our next job?"
"Yeah," said Beryl, looking at Nic, then Jana. "And what's our cargo?" She was wondering how much room it would take up, so as to know where to park her swoop when she brought it back.
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)