Arlan walks around Herta Space Station. His eyes are bloodshot from a late night of keeping security together. After all, if his job failed, it was a threat to everyone on board. As he rubs his eyes, he sees Peppy hopping up on one of his subordinates. He comes over, gently scooping up the dog. Its soft belly shows as it happily flails in his arms. He looks at the subordinate with a tired gaze.

Arlan: "Phones aren't allowed, no matter how tired your boss is." He sets Peppy, needing some time with his dog to recover from the sleepless night eariler. He pulls out a holodisk, ready for some well deserved leisure.