"Yes, I was." Sorry, Ratchet, that way lies only more vagueness, and maybe excuses if you push hard enough. What Myaxx lacks in the specificity of her lies, she makes up for with persistence.

She grimaces and makes a displeased hmmm-ing sound as he describes the "basic" supplies he needs. "Yeah, I don't know how to tell you this, but this planet's only even developed space travel within the last century. You'd have better luck looking on a garbage transport ship."