Cheevwut is watching this office drama and eating alien popcorn.
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Talita grips her neck, horrified.
Talita: What??
Cheevwut: Mel wanted it to be a surprise. Looks like it worked.
Talita slumps on top on the cubicle wall, holding her head and staring off into space, dazed. Cheevwut seems amused by her anguish.
Cheevwut: Haw haw.
Idrisah: Are you… alright?
Talita: I–
Idrisah's computer, which isn’t packed yet, begins to ring. It's a call from someone named "Ranni Powell." Cheevwut leans over to peek at the monitor.
Cheevwut: You're getting a call from the orbital station? Weird. They only do that for urgent stuff.
