(Cheshire) "Oh? The mean old detective can't puzzle that out?"
(Carn) manages to crawl back to the top deck, a large fresh scar on his neck, in a quiet and gravely voice he says "Let me." grabbing Cheshire by the collar of her shirt, he drags her down to the cargo bay, the smell still clinging to the walls.........
(Shim) "Ok well he's pissed."
(Alexi) "How about you check the warehouse first? Plenty of crates there. Let Carn do his thing."
A new smell, this one horribly familiar, the smell of Carn's booze.
(Shim) "Oh hell, he's going to force her to drink that!"