“I make storage tank.” “You don’t have enough xenonite for that!” “Don’t need xenonite. Any strong material will do. Have much metal aboard my ship. Melt, shape, make tank for you.” I blink a couple of times. “You can do that?” “Obvious I can do that! You are stupid right now. You sleep. I watch and also design replacement tank. Agree, question?” He starts down the tube toward the dormitory. “Huh…” “Agree, question?!” he says, louder. “Yeah…” I mumble. “Yeah, okay…”
