“Makes sense,” she says, nodding agreement with Connor’s assessment. “It’s easy to get stuck with only what you know. But they still need some kinda wakeup call, ‘cause what they’ve been doin’ ain’t gonna cut it.”

Nick presses a finger to her lips, signaling to Connor the need for caution again as she flips the EMP switch off. She then reaches for the tool kit she’d borrowed for possible use in repairing Connor’s knee.

“Navi was OK - that’s what we called the ship. Those bastards didn’t even bother giving the ships a proper name, just called ‘em ‘Navigator.’ So we shortened it to Navi. Lotta people spent a lot of time yelling at Navi, but shit wasn’t their fault. Navi was as lost as the rest of us. Just trying to find their way home.”

Not unlike the people here, like Connor and herself, who’ve been snatched here against their will. Nick selects a few tools to start with and sighs.

“Well, you ready to let me take a stab at makin’ your knee all better?”