He nods, on firmer ground now. "Yeah, it's a civilian fleet. Did you get the intro about this all being some kind of holodrama they're paying us to star in?" Reality show might not be in Finn's vocabulary, but the idea makes sense to him even if it's bizarre.

"Uh, yes, sir. That is, I can give you directions and take you to a shuttle, but I'm no pilot. You probably don't want me flying."

Please. Please.