<to A Very Super Market> "Ah, thanks, Gemeiner, but no. I brought her in on fumes, and unless you can navigate through this gunk..." Sandy gestured at the fog in the bay. "It ain't going to burn away today, not the way our weather's going. 'Sides, between those Catalinas I saw yesterday and that Type-II unit in Trondheim, the water's so heavily mined that I'm not doing anything until I learn where they are."
He frowned as he noticed the commotion by the fuel tanks, but kept going, resolving to check it out once he had deposited the drinks at the tavern.
"Fraulein Grey? It's me. I got those drinks, enough for a week!"
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