Arright, I've got the time now.

Get over here, crocadog.

Since we're askin' questions...

What're tattoos used fer on your home world?

Found a book in the library t'day. Got a guy--[ugly chuckle.]--with a topknot and what looks like'a lurker shark on his back. Y'don't see nothin' stupid like that back home.

Hmm.

May be a shot in the dark, but;

Red boxes. Mean anythin' t'anybody?

[Torn sounds about out of breath, the gravel in his voice thicker than usual.]

The monsters are keepin'--keepin' off the upper decks.

If you need help gettin' somewhere safe--

[A burst of static as he fires a pistol. A few feet away, the target lets out a gruesome scream.]

--tell me. I'll get t'ya soon enough.

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Who else got a feather?

I don't like what I'm hearing over the comms. Keep your nose clean and remember orders.

Celebration of Mar's...a pretty big deal back home. Might'a already heard a bit about it; how Mar built a city an' held back monsters a'couple of lifetimes ago.

Well, the man who should grow up to be Mar is on this ship, an' he usually goes by Jak. Unless we get the word otherwise, today's his birthday.

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Hnn...

Holidays. Back home.

...Call me curious.

[Sigh. He doesn't sound like he's sure he even wants to say this.]

Erol, it's...a day to drink, so--

Lemme get you a beer.

Ah dammit all t'hell, what now?