Oh, Rowwww-aaahhn, Joss called out in a sing-song to the large centauroid. Could you lead us in that old salty water shan'ti, again? You know, the original version before the words were folking processed for Space travel? She hoped Professor Abelard would notice she was trying to help. If everyone was distracted enough, maybe he and that poly-glotted tongued Crauford could figure out what to do. C'mon, Roan, please?