The two human Cheths, with the plesiosaur in the background, point exasperatedly toward Phaedra's destination.
Cheth: WILL YOU PLEASE GET ON WITH IT?!
Phaedra, Pavel, and Katja look up from the floor, in shock. Phaedra speaks quietly.
Cheth: GOOD! Thank you!
The two of them stride across the room to the other side.
Cheth: Finally, you can be on your way, and OUT of mine!
Their hands reach up to the liquor cabinet to grab the remaining bottles.
Cheth: Infuriating. Maddening. FOOLISH! Just like your so-called 'prophetess!'