Legs: We're in the Officer's Mess now.
Andy: I don't see any Ovalqwik, imitation or otherwise.
Elf: There's a Company Mess just below the conning tower. It's maybe five minutes away from your current position.
Legs: Does that time estimate of yours take into account the "no lights" and "no power to the lifts?"
Elf: Okay, call it fifteen minutes then.
Andy: I bet it would be faster to take our charter shuttle to the nearest General Digestibles factory outlet.
Legs: Whether or not they have one on this planet.