"At the rate we're going? Oh... A few more centuries." Graham doesn't seem too concerned. He'd never seen Earth except in pictures, so it's nothing more than a name he's used to the elderly sighing over. "I'd accept getting out of Wadjit territory, though. That shouldn't take longer than another thirty or forty years, at this rate. Then again, we do take a lot of detours..."

Captain Hollis closes his eyes and laughs. "Well, it's the our duty to help those in need, Mr. Baker. We can hardly begrudge a few weeks here and there when it's saving a moon from the Palladium Death Corps or providing humanitarian aid, after all!"