"Rimmer, you can't call dibs on a woman. It's not how it works. You gotta start treatin' 'em with respect. Even if they occasionally turn out to be irresistible monsters in disguise. Ya didn't see them Rimmer. You don't know what it's like!" He leans heavily against Rimmer's side with his shoulder, staring despairingly.

"I hope this is all real."

Then, without moving away from his brooding lean, he stared earnestly out the window. "I don't know how I got here, though. One minute I'm on Starbug hopin' to find something better to drink than Kryten's prize loo Chardonnay and suddenly I'm whisked away to a fancy space bar on a fancy ship staffed by very casually dressed crew.

"What's goin' on?"

Sure. Now he got around to asking about that. Sense of wonder indeed. What would he give for Holl right then. He didn't know about the Q yet, of course. The Q probably even made Rimmer think he was coming on a rescue mission just to suit his own sense of humour.