Matt and George sat in the small dark room and waited.

"We've been here an hour, you know that?" Matt said.

"I have a watch." George sounded perfectly happy. Matt was not happy.

"Look, these guys wanna debrief us about that guy Ahpossno, why don't they come and get on with it?"

"I'm sure they're quite busy here."

Matt stood up and began to pace. Again.

"Coulda put us in some nice airy conference room, but no, they gotta play their games, gotta put us in some damn broom closet, make us sweat. Like we're suspects or something."

"Matthew, I've noticed you find small, enclosed spaces disturbing. Is this a psychological problem stemming from your childhood?"

"What? Did my dad lock me in a closet or something, are you saying? No, dammit. Humans just don't like small spaces. It's natural. Don't your people feel the same way?"

"I grew up on the ship. Actually the open spaces we encountered after the crash did rather - what's your phrase - 'frack me out' at first."

"That's 'freak', not 'frak'." Matt smiled. "They freaked you out, huh?"

"You don't have to look so pleased about that." For the first time, George looked irritated.

"Sorry." Matt grinned now. Not sorry. "Just any time Detective 2 Francisco admits to being slightly less perfect, it gives me a happy."

George frowned confused.

"A happy what?"