"Nah," she says, broadly sarcastic. "We've all just been sitting on our thumbs and playin' cards. 'Course there is, only it doesn't seem like there is a way, aside from gettin' whoever dropped us off to change it's mind and put us back where we belong again. Word around the group is a few of us've seen him a time or two, but nobody's had much luck yet."

She takes a second's consideration of him, eyeing him critically, gun and unamused expression and all. "The crew's been downright welcoming, but I don't think they'll take too kindly to that big gun you got there. Maybe you oughta talk to Security, first."