Don't know what kind of troubles you got into if you can't get out of Manhattan that easy. You contacted me... guess hiring the first shuttle you encounter is not an option, right?

If you're out of cash, I can toss you couple of thousands, should be enough for a trip. Repay sooner or later before the end of the world as we know it happens.

What had happened to your Hayablahblahblah? You can tell me that while I'm looking for a hover to pick you up.

Hello there.

To be honest, a generic Han Solo with his big hairy friend will be much better for an anonymous detour than a girl in Liberty Navy uniform, Liberty Navy ship and with "Dat Liberty Navy Bitch" written all over the face (been there, heard everything) - especially if you want me to take you to Coronado.

Good sense of humor you got there, well, whatever. I won't be explaining 'those guys' out there why had the Liberty Navy lass been your taxi driver. Aside from that, unless I'll get a direct instruction to head to the opposite part of Sirius, I can be that nice and hope for the best.

Coronado isn't the worst place ever afterall. Rochester is.

And I'm still trying to catch a hover here at Greenside.

I'll think of what you'll owe me for this. Let's start from telling me what is that anonymous thing is all about and what's the reason for it.

If I was after money, Sotha, I won't find myself in the Navy.

I don't have much of spare ships 'round here. If you are looking for one, we can talk once I pick you up. In... like ten minutes.

My navigator told me that the nearest one is seventy kilometers so far from you, and you yourself are on some retarded wild beach.

Still hadn't lost all hope yet?

Oh, boy.

We'll stop by to get you a bottle of whisky. And then back to the big city.

And then you will answer all my questions, mister Bond.