PETEY: Hello, Ambassador.
AMB. GAV: Hello, Petey.
PETEY: Worried about your friend?
AMB. GAV: Admiring the view.
AMB. GAV: I can see three more of these flying cities before I lose them to starlight and the horizon.
AMB. GAV: This tiny sliver of what you and your fleetmind have built is amazing. And it's beautiful, and I find that amazing, too.
PETEY: It must be. You've told me this before.
AMB. GAV: There are nine-hundred-and-forty-eight-point-eight million of me. I repeat myself a lot.
PETEY: More than you think. You, Gav Ambassador 2114-a, have personally complimented me on my expeditious architecture three times now.
To be fair, you were happily full of Guinness all three times.