"My name is Alistair Forsythe, I'm from the UN Bureau of—"
"You're here for the alien?"
"I assume you can cover his bill?"
"How much is it?"
"Well, he ordered one of everything, so I'm afraid it's up there. He's made a hefty dent in our wine list as well. It's been an hour since I ran a new total, but—"
"A new total?"
"Yeah. We're probably into the low five digits by now…"
"Of course we are."
"I'm surprised he's still eating, considering—"
Forsythe fished out the 'company' card. "The Shchinwhee have two stomachs. And they're remarkable elastic."