NARRATOR: Bristlecone...
ENNESBY: Camera five imaged a "fuzzy" patch on a support cable. The xeno-team is veering twenty klicks down-East for a closer look.
Also, I've copied a portion of the Prabstdi files over to Bristlecone. Cross-referencing, contextualizing, and interpreting is too big a job for me to do alone.
TAGON: Thanks for the update.
TAGON: Wait... "xeno-team?"
ENNESBY: They're doing our xenobiological sampling, and every member of that team is an alien to every other member of that team.
TAGON: Amorph, unioc, neorilla, frellenti, fobott'r, human...
... and human. It doesn't work. Nicholson and Murtaugh are both humans.
ENNESBY: Murtaugh doesn't count. Or if you want to shoehorn it, she's new, and she's from a different military tradition, so she's still an alien to Nick.
NARRATOR: Dropping down-east, approaching "fuzzy" patch...
EBBY: Sarge, Ennesby just named our team for us.
"XENO." Because we're all alien to each other.
SCHLOCK: We are?
SCHLOCK: Oh. We are. I mean, I know we're all different, but I never really thought about any of you that way.
M'CONGER: I may have to forgive you for the "Kong" thing.
SCHLOCK: That syllable is still right in the middle of your name.
M'CONGER: May have to.