You meet up with the rest of the crew at Pem's defined co-ordinates. He's leaning against a beautiful T-2c shuttle, smoking a death stick and smiling widely. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Chez-Pem — please mind the paint, as I just got this thing."
Squall whistles in appreciation, "nice ship! How'd you swing that?" She walks over and starts running her fingers over the finely polished metals. Pem slaps her hand away playfully, and buffs out her fingerprints. Squall squints at him in mock annoyance.
Jazz chuckles stiffly, "by making us work, duh!" Burr snorts to himself, and makes his way into the shuttle, not wanting to waste time.
Pem looks to you, as if he's waiting for approval. What do you do?