You smoothly saunter over to the flight assistant. As you approach, she fixes you with an intense stare and a warm smile. She's quite attractive, in a slightly regular way. Her neat, emerald uniform is cut short at the knee, and low at the top. The joins that run all the way along her legs and arms are perfectly straight. Her hair is...

Wait, joins?

Ahh, curse it. She's a 'droid. Her conversation will likely be limited to pre-programmed interstellar safety routines and adverts for using the spaceline for all your travel.

She's standing near a control panel, with 3 red lights that are blinking intermittently. With increasing regularity.

If you're thinking it's best to just sit back down and enjoy the ride, turn to page 13.

If you want to talk to the flight 'droid conversationally, even though she's unlikely to respond, turn to page 18.

If you want to talk to the flight 'droid specifically about the alarmingly flashing red lights, which while you've been reading this have now become no less than 5 lights, turn to page 74.