Sally Lautner, looking a bit dazed and a bit ragged around the edges (as per usual) toddles his way into the AAA Diner and bee-lines for the largest group around. He does the compulsory glance-about to make sure none of locals are about, before saying.
"So, what're we doin' to make sure them there Thek don't go Boldly Goin' and take the lights wif 'em?"
He glances about the room, to all the outlets, to the lights overhead. To the Jukebox.
"Cuz we helped get coolant fer repairin' they ship, right? Ganked it from the Amertume folks?"
Scratching at his head, distantly remembering leaving a pile of dead gas-maskers and stomping his way back to the town. Sally shakes his head,
"An' as far as I know, if they go jet-settin, we is pretty much right fucked, raight?"