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*long discussions about the perils of nicotine addiction don't seem to have stopped the captain smoking - at least not today. His room has a haze of blue smoke hanging over it, and the cigar holder lies smouldering to extinction on the desk next to his sleeve. He is examining the laptop Katchoo gave him, having established that it and the small metal stick go together in some manner. A plate of food lies untouched at his other elbow - he made it some hours ago and has simply forgotten about it*