"I have one of my headaches coming . . ." Ricker murmured.
"I definitely won't have one tonight," offered Bechensale helpfully.
"Tonight is not know, regretfully. Mister Bane," the Void Master said, pressing down on the communications rune, "I assure you that we are doing everything we can to locate the Hand. Might I remind you that your presence in the lower decks is, in fact, the 'full scan' we are running. As you have been told, the Hand has clearly infiltrated the crew of the ship. Now, I realize that you do not have time for such nonsense, but they clearly do - and have likely spent years if not decades of it making sure they are infiltrated. In this context, that word means 'they look just like everyone else unless you look really hard'. You are my 'full scan', Mister Bane. If I had a servoskull or scrying auspex which would locate the hand, I assure you I would have sent it and kept your charming presence on the bridge where I would have encouraged you to amuse me with a spirited rendition of 'Three Little Maids From The Progenium Are We' with you taking the contralto part."
"I sing a mean soprano, Mister Bane," Bechensale put in.