Rhen: So, now I have to ask… who are you and why are you on my ship?
Rhen: I —
Rhen: Tristan must’ve gotten us turned rightside up again.
Mia: You can let go now.
Tristan: Ship’s fixed. Thank God the Grav Unit held up.
Mia: W-what is it?!
Winston: It?! I’m Winston. Winston the Feeb.