Grif Vindh, captain of the Fool's Errand, was very, very drunk.
They were in Dyorbid's, waiting out the repairs on their ship and celebrating the fact that they had, when all was said and done, not been killed.
By the time they reached Trade Baron space they all had their original faces back--Cutter even had his scars, much to Vod's satisfaction. They were greeted at the edge of the Tylaris system by an Alliance warship carrying none other than Alef Halge. The cargo was transferred quickly, and Velis left without so much as a goodbye, which suited everyone fine. Some of her people nodded briefly as they left, more acknowledgment than Grif had expected, and Bennet actually shook his hand.
"It was interesting serving on your ship," Bennet said. "On the whole. Despite the... ah... awkwardness."
"You'd be a good crewman," Grif replied. "Under normal circumstances. But I trust you won't be offended if I say I hope we never meet again."
Bennet grinned. "No offense taken," he said, and left.