Ferris: So like. What’s wrong with him.
Kila: I don’t know. The biology of his species is unfamiliar to me. He could be merely overwhelmed and in need of an overnight stay for observation, or he could be dying. I’ve no idea. This is why I am not treating him myself.
Ferris: Oh. Okay. Who’s that?
Kila: This is an old acquaintance of mine. Finally, we meet once again, Neshkitaim. What shall I do with you?
Ferris: Nothing you’ll regret, I hope… is something wrong with her too?
Kila: No, she is merely stunned for transport, but ought to be- ah. Good morning, Michelle.