The view shows the command desk from over Maggie's shoulder. The red desk bears a face like a bulldog or a gremlin, with two yellow eyes and wrinkled, grinning features. Arms behind her, Maggie seems to slump a little as Parson stares at her, his chin resting on his clasped hands, his sword hilt on the desk in front of him. Through the observation windows we see the horizon and the night sky.
Parson Gotti: Yeah, I bet.