NARRATOR: Deep within the worldship Boloceade...
SORLIE: This is new.
ANCIENATOR: It's seventy-four million years old, but I suppose it is new to you.
SORLIE: Something here is new, or you wouldn't have invited us to an assembly overlooking the oh-nee-mag white dwarf which powers your world.
ANCIENATOR: Astute. We were told you were the party's diplomat.
SORLIE: I keep getting assigned to positions where everyone expects me to be stupid.