"Of course," Sam replies to the Professor, pausing the illusionary game for him to see.

Drexler takes Tom up on his handshake.

"Well, you certainly match the descriptions that we've gotten of you, and I get the feeling that there aren't to many people out there who match your description who also have a fairy as a companion. As such, I'm inclined to believe you are who you say you are."

Meanwhile, the Professor oohs and aahs over Sam's game board, and begins muttering more technobabble.

Outside, Lenore tastes the horse's tether.

Outside, the private assigned to watch Lenore nervously shuffles another three steps sideways away from her.

Lenore's attention is drawn to the movement, and she stops chewing on the tether to stare intently at the private. Weird, unblinking stare.

Ray relaxes micro-fractionally. As gomer-escort he was afraid he would be held responsible for their misbehavior, but that hurdle seems to have been jumped. He continues to keep eyes front and his mouth blessedly shut. This maneuver is taking about all of the effort Ray can muster.

Outside, the private freezes, turns white as a sheet, and gulps, very, very audibly, his adams apple bobbing comically.

Lenore's eyes follow the movement, which makes it look like she's contemplating the tastiest part of his neck.

Outside, the private begins backing away again, this time with a muttered "Aw Crap."

Outside, the horse's tail flicks, and Lenore's attention is drawn away from the private.

The private relaxes with a quiet sigh.

Sam nods sagely, then steps away, leaving the Professor to fawn over the illusory game board. The bedraggled bunny pokes up from under the cover of Sam's cloak and turns towards Sam, who looks down at it listening carefully.

"No, I don't know what he's talking about, it must be that 'technology' the General was talking about," Sam replies after a moment. He lifts the bunny to a spot just over his shoulder where it hangs in mid air.

Sam then walks over to where Tom and the General are standing, his bunny floating leisurely along behind him. Sam bows politely to the General, as does the bunny. "I am Sam, and this is Mr. Bunny."

"Pleasure to meet you Sam and, ah, Mr. Bunny."

Drexler nods to each in turn, before turning back to Tom.

"So, do we have a deal?"

"It all sounds reasonable to me."

Sam looks at quizzically at Tom, then the General, then shrugs. "The more the merrier and all that, I guess," Sam declares darkly. "So, what sort of technology do you have that you think can help... Err, maybe I'm getting too far ahead, have you guys even seen what we're up against?"