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"What do you mean? That was just installed, like most of the rest of the station. Who called you?"

"A future owner took out a premium insurance policy on this station and so I'm here to prevent its destruction before they can take ownership" He has the same weary manner of speaking as he did to the droid. "There's a manufacturing error in the columnator coil in that panel that was instrumental in the destruction of this station in the future."

It wasn't long until Kolt caught sight of Yll'r out floating among the space whales. Hey, hadn't he seen that creature inside just moments ago? Either way, he gave them all a hearty wave, watching as they were bathed in the warm red glow of the emerging sun from the planet below.

It took him a while to realize that he was kinda sorta taking up some of the view space. A little sheepishly, he moved out of the way, heading back toward the greenhouse center--maybe he could find Cinder and Nadi again. Come of think of it, hadn't he totally forgotten to ask what their names were?

"Wait--time insurance?" He echoed, coming to a stop as he passed Nigel, the confused droid, and Gabriela, having only heard part of the conversation and totally missing the tension between them. "How do you insure time?"

He shrugs "That droid has my work order". He idly looks at some of the nearby plantlife as he waits for Gabriela to come to grips with this everyday occurrence.

Nigel looks at Kolt and shrugs "I dunno, Im just here to fix the columnator coil over there." He tilts his head for a moment, with a wry grin. "I guess its cheaper to repair a few bits and bobs than to rebuild the entire place".

Gabriela does appear to be struggling to get her head around this, and snatches the datapad from the droid. "This says it's for fifty years from now." she states flatly. "Does this... bit, normally work for you?"

"I'm here to REPAIR it, not to REPLACE it" He speaks with some incredulity, like Gabriella just said something particularly silly "We're insurance, saving money is our business".

Gabriela shoves the datapad back toward Nigel. "Well, if you've got fifty years between now and when the work order needs to completed, then this can wait until AFTER the party. You're not even in proper attire," she complains, gesturing at Nigel's jumpsuit. "This is a formal occasion!"

"Oh you mean the date of repair..." he shakes his head "Look, I've got a busy schedule today, surely you wouldn't mind if someone arrived early to do a fix."

He looks around again and rolls his eyes, tapping the device glued to his head. A holographic wave of formal wear from roughly 150 years in the past shimmers across him, covering his overalls.

Kolt's face scrunched up in confusion--it didn't exactly make a lot of sense to him at first, but the mention of the fifty years out of date work order seemed to cause something to click in his brain. "Wait, so you're a time traveler?" he interjected, the introduction of his theory totally killing the moment. "And you're here to fix something that'll cause this station to blow up in the future?!"

Nigel, who by now is more than a little irritated turns to Kolt and with a forced smile says "Yes, and I have about 4 more jobs on my docket for today, this was supposed to be a quick one."

"Oh, no no no," Gabriela cuts in, her eyes widening. "No no, the station is very safe, this is some sort of prank. We're not going to blow up. PLEASE, sir, stop scaring our guests!"