Turnez enters, looking fatigued, but still with a grin on his face.
Ah, I thought there might be some familiar faces here. How’s everyone holding up? Rather strange situation we have going on isn’t it.
Taking a seat nearby he accepts the drink offered by the bar keeper.
We’re still trying to figure out the influx of sensor data in the computer records. Ths biggest problem is that telemetry only recorded as we left the jump. Everything before that is gone. We’re also trying to figure out where we are still. Navigational sensors are down, so unless someone is willing to stare out of a nearby window and match star charts by eye, then we’ll remain officially lost in space.