"Arne, I..." Ros stumbled to the wall, sliding down it. "Give me a second to think about this."<br/><br/>Arne turned to look at Dion. "No-one knows where this comes from originally. It was found by a team of archaeologists on a planet that was devoid of any intelligent life, in a temple that by their best guess had been deserted for at least two millennia. Which...is confusing considering as far as we know there was no space-faring civilizations in the area at the time, nevermind anyone close to being capable of building tech like this." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Look, I get this sounds insane, when this was brought to me I barely believed it was true. But I wouldn't suggest this if I thought for a second either of you were in danger. Besides, to be clear, the governor has no idea what we're doing here. If you walk away from this you won't get in trouble, things will carry on as if this conversation never happened."<br/><br/>"But why us?" Ros asked.<br/><br/>"You're right, I'm no lawyer," Arne replied. "And to be fair pretty much everyone in this prison would tell you they shouldn't be here. But...I've looked into both your cases, and while I don't have any solid evidence, something about your cases feel...off, like someone needed you two in prison to hide something."