My colleague and I are debating whether or not we are ready to rejoin our Andalite friend back on our own ship. She- my colleague, that is- has recently lost a planet; this is a night of not inconsiderable mourning for her. That being said, I myself am at no particular loss, and my colleague has not been left uncompensated, and she is hardly the sole survivor. Funny how these things turn out, susssussu.... The angel Islington laughed dryly, and Cortez rose from her seat. She didn't approach the group, but she spoke loudly enough for them to hear her.
"That is Islington; I am Brilliance Cortez, owner and sometimes pilot of the starcruiser Santarita, and her sister ships, Lost Cause and Last Chance, are also mine, operated by my two travelling companions when they are not in interlock mode. Islington?"
Cortez.
"I'm going to join Rill on Chance. Catch up when you will."
Of course.