Man: [amused] Very well. [He steps forward, drops into a crouch, and drives his fist into the guard’s face. The guard’s nose crumples and they stagger back in shock. Another punch to the temple knocks them out. The man towers over Yajd]. You don’t look very well. Yajd? Yajd, my name is Kaofthe. I’m going to take you away – oh never mind, you’re not listening. Come on.
[Kaofthe hefts Yajd onto his shoulders and walks to his ship]
Kaofthe: [strained] Moon, open up will you?
Moon: Gladly. There are medical supplies within my third cupboard. The dog needs antibiotics. They are labelled appropriately. I shall open up a room for them in a moment.
Kaofthe: Fantastic. [places Yajd carefully on the floor, strips off hoodie and jeans to reveal his usual clothes underneath] Right, let’s head off. Back home. If there still is one…
Moon: Of – Kaofthe, we are not alone on the ship.