NARRATOR: Bristlecone, in the eye of one of Eina-Afa's Coriolis superstorms...
KEVYN: Okay, this is telling. Cam Twenty-Eight found a flat patch. Several of them, in fact.
ELF: Let's see.
NARRATOR: Cargo Bay...
ELF: Wow. Smoking gun, bullet-hole, and our ticket out of here, all in one radar signature.
ELF: Kevyn, sweetie, I think it's time for us to split up.
KEVYN: Wait, what?
NARRATOR: Meanwhile, in the spindle...
NARRATOR: And back to the eye of the storm...
ELF: Divide and conquer, silly. I'll take the Command Deck and fill Tagon in. Maybe spell him.
ELF: You stay here and keep grinding on teraport stuff. Maybe you can finish our very dangerous array.
Oh, and your face just now?
ELF: I need to surprise you more often.
KEVYN: Okay, but maybe wait until I'm done building this network of killing machines.