For once Gold has no idea what is going on, and while this perturbs him in the extreme he has no intention of letting on to that fact. He strolls the streets, cane tap-tapping the pavement, and searches for familiar faces in an even more unfamiliar context. Eventually he settles in at a sidewalk cafe, orders a cup of tea, and decides the direct approach may be in his best interest.

"These aliens who've collected us," Gold begins, addressing his tablet. His tone is casual and he has a noticeable Scottish brogue. "I'd like to know if there's any way to contact them, or if anyone's aware of how...open they are to negotiation."

While he had nothing to bargain with at the moment it was always advantageous to determine if a deal could be made.