And, all of a sudden, she's got the attention of everyone in the room. Or, at least, the fleet personnel. Graham licks his lips nervously and fiddles with his hands. "N-no. We just made sure no one was in the ships, or that they weren't about to explode, and then clamped them onto ours."

He pauses and swallows, looking far too much like an eager puppy than a man with rapidly thinning hair really should. "...You can send us home?"

Unfortunately for the both of them, Graham doesn't have a list of who came in with what.