The two human Cheths, with the plesiosaur in the background, point exasperatedly toward Phaedra's destination.

Cheth: WILL YOU PLEASE GET ON WITH IT?!

Phaedra, Pavel, and Katja look up from the floor, in shock. Phaedra speaks quietly.

Phaedra: Okay.

Cheth: GOOD! Thank you!

The two of them stride across the room to the other side.

Cheth: Finally, you can be on your way, and OUT of mine!

Their hands reach up to the liquor cabinet to grab the remaining bottles.

Cheth: Infuriating. Maddening. FOOLISH! Just like your so-called 'prophetess!'