“Buy you a drink?”
“No.”
“Ma’am, I’m trying to be considerate. It’s about your ship.”
“The Willow? What?”
“Thought so. Eh bartender!—A double algae on the rocks for the lady here.”
“What are you doing?”
“I think something bad is going to happen to the Willow. Just some talk I heard around the docks. Something about a defective neutron moderator.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No. I’m offering a deal. I know these guys. Hold some sway. Might be able to convince—”
[leaving] “Disgusting. Keep your drink.”
Ed. note: we last saw Beth here.