As you're in your various areas on The Owl talking and reminiscing, your gentle descent into the Lower Depths stops. The ship settles onto what feels very much like solid ground. Snargle, you see nothing more than tentacle outside the cockpit, Mama Squid still has a hold on you.
Lady Blackbird, what are the legends about the bottom of universe?
Kale, how much time is left before the ship starts to succumb to the corrosive acids of the Blue and what's the system you're most worried about right now?
Oh and by the way, The Owl is currently leaking somewhere. What's that smell, Naomi?