Misty found my conversation inspiring.
Misty? [He grabs the piece of paper Buffer is holding.] Misty was that blonde you were talking to at the bar last night?
Name like ‘Misty’, she’s either a stripper or a whale-watcher.
Or both.
Possibly both.
Hey, hey, I finally get a woman interested and I’m gonna die inhaling some deadly toxin.
Toxin, perfume – same result.
Yeah, I’d like to see how these guys handle this toxin when I feed it to them.
Oh, gentlemen, company.
[They all stand up when Martina Royce enters.]
Uh, hi. I agree with you completely. [Sticking out her hand.] Martina.
Buffer. Peter.
[Clears his throat.] You’ll have to excuse us, Martina. Peter’s watch is about to start, and I need to give my boys some information.
Understood. We’re relying on you boys to find this ship.
Oh, ma’am, if anyone can sniff it out, it’s the CO.
[Picking up Buffer’s email.] Oh, uh, I look forward to hearing some of your inspiring conversation.
Ma’am.
Must be your pheromones, mate.
What?
Exactly.
