[Spike stares ahead at her for a few moments, mouth half open, before he looks down at Ein. Ein looks back at Spike, exchanging a look with him that says "No, I don't remember that, either."
Spike looks back to Chelsea and reaches forward, hand open for that magazine.]
[Chelsea blinks and hands it over. It's a touristy magazine with a lot of shots of insect repellent towers, desert sands, and sexy cowgirls, the planet's main tourist attractions.]
Sure. How far out are we, anyway? That gate was supposed to take me someplace else, I'm pretty sure.
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Spike looks back to Chelsea and reaches forward, hand open for that magazine.]
Let me see that.
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Sure. How far out are we, anyway? That gate was supposed to take me someplace else, I'm pretty sure.