"Believe me, I know skulking when I see it," chuckled Ben in Big Chill's whispy echoing voice before he touched his chest, the light flashing as Ben shrunk down into his natural form.

"Look, I can only presume on this, but you two are trying to get something done, and you don't want the entire ship to know so you're doing it at 'night'. Only three things happen at night: weirdness, alien attacks and sneaking about trying to prevent utter humiliation."

At this, Ben was grinning a mile wide as he took note of the pair so close to one another. "It's The Shot, innit?"