"Where the hell is everyone, Bouteil?"
"Good question, sir."
"I swear, it's like some people have no respect for ... what is it? What am I looking for here?" He snapped his fingers. "Conundrum. Concord."
"There we go. It's infuriating."
"It is certainly a discouraging set of circumstances, sir."
The two men were walking around in the arrivals area of a Customs Office. Upon approach their ship had been automatically towed close to the Office and locked in place beside it, and a boarding ramp had been extended, attached and pressurized, all with the same automation. ...