Narrator: Kevyn, Brad, and Hob have been freed, and an uneasy field-truce stands.
Lady Emily: You're obviously soldiers. What are you doing out here?
Kevyn: And you've obviously organized a guerrilla fighting force among the locals. To what end, I wonder?
Lady Emily: I think that as a gesture of goodwill, the more heavily armed party should be the first to answer questions.
Lady Emily: And don't go thinking that eating your plasgun will fool us into thinking you don't have it anymore.
Schlock: Careful, Kevyn. She's a smart one.
Chuck the Amorph:
Brad:
Hob: