"It was a little joke," Cliff sighs.  "Anyway, Shan Yu was dictator.  Liked to torture people.  Those chairs are not very comfortable.  Not sure how hard it would be to replace them.  Don't worry about it.  That is something for another day."<br/><br/>He fumbles around in his pocket for a moment, before pulling out a small boxy communicator.  Holds it out for her to take.  "In case you need to get in touch with me.  And sure, if you want to.  Think Kelli was wanting to go out, but could be wrong.  But, just be sure to get some rest.  We take off bright and early tomorrow."