NARRATOR: Bristlecone, Command Deck...
LIZ: Permission to speak freely sir? Er... I mean, sirs.
TAGON: The shooting has stopped. Sure. What's on your mind?
LIZ: Coin check.
KEVYN: Mine's down in the lab on Cargo Deck.
TAGON: Mine's in my quarters. I'll send—
LIZ: *interrupting* No sending.
LIZ: One step, and arm's length.
There are rules. I checked.
TAGON: This is a little ridiculous.
LIZ: My feelings precisely.
LIZ: Oh, wait. You mean the coin check is ridiculous.
I meant it was ridiculous that you didn't have yours.
LIZ: You can't expect a token of honor to mean anything to the rest of us if it doesn't mean anything to you.
TAGON: I... Umm...
KEVYN: Pop that mini-sandwich into your mouth. It'll leave less room for your feet.