We're rendezvousing with the Ambassador in fifteen minutes, and then we've got to dump Xinchub on Fleety-Petey.
I don't know what they want with him, but I want Xinchub off my ship as soon as possible.
Hmmm. . . If we knew what the Ambassador and Petey want Xinchub for, we might have something to sell to a third, or maybe even fourth party.
New plan. We're stalling for time.