"Uninhabited solar system," comes the snarky reply like clockwork. Will you give it a rest already.

"Except for all that curse business, yeah. Unless of course it's this place that curses us and getting out of here is actually what would save us. If the curse is even real."

But of course it's too early too tell. They need more information, on this world, on the Mayor, on the ominous Curse itself. And instead here they are, sliding around the room like they're trapped in some bizarre nostalgia show on late night TV.

"This is humiliating."