And on to the exposition

"No! My door doesn't swing that way, so you're out of luck!" was Dirk's reply
to Dren. "As for the shirt, it belonged to the smeghead who had the room before
me. No offense, but I'm not about to lend clothes to a guy wearing a blow-up
doll for a belt."
Dren did seem to get offended. Not by the fact that Dirk wouldn't loan him any
clothes as much as it was that he wouldn't refer to Darla by her proper name.
But Dren settles down and speaks. "First off, I told you that her name is
Darla. Secondly, it looks like our doors swing in the same direction, away from
each other. Now, can I just have a drink and find out where the hell I am?"
Dirk seemed to simmer down a bit himself. "Well, this is the Blue Dwarf which
is currently in orbit around Argus Prime. As far as I can tell, you've been in
stasis longer than the ship's computer, Holly, has been online which, according
to records, is a little over a year. Now, I want to know, Dren, is how in the
hell you and DARLA got in the chamber anyway. Then, we can figure out a nice
way to tell the brass so as they don't go postal. Especially the security
chief, Major Harris. I haven't had much contact with him, but from what I hear
he's more vicious than a rabbid dingo in a maternity ward."
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