The Captain walks in and sees Bart eating, Lord Percy standing in the corner of the room looking upset, Paris preparing plates of food, and a young woman in an orange jumpsuit handcuffed to a chair. The young woman is looking around very anxiously, but isn't saying anything.

Paris glances up and smiles at Sasha but says nothing; she seems a bit disheveled--in fact, her blouse appears to have been slightly torn, as flesh beneath can be seen when she's not clutching it shut.

Des' head emerges from a vent in the ceiling and looks down at everyone. She looks hot and sweaty from her exercise crawling around inside the ship's circulatory system.

"Is all clear in there," Des says putting her gun in one of the

of her coveralls (Safety on) and closing up the duct.

"Is something else though, not sure we want to talk about here till we figure it out some more," Des said.

"Good!" Krikor says to her, nodding. He looks over at "milord" and greets him with a nod as well. "Milord."

Paris finished preparation of the small buffet for the crew and stepped aside, fading to the rear of the crew and sliding along the wall, apparently on the way back to their cabin.

He sits in one of the chairs and stretches his legs out in front of him, crossing his ankles. "Seems you've all got things under control again. Good work. I'll want to have a full report on what happened, how it could happen, and how we make sure it won't happen again. But first," he turns his attention to their captive. "Just who the hell are you?" he asks the orange clad girl.