Finally, commercials! My ass fell asleep; I think some Saumur-Champigny from Hayes and Vine might wake it up a bit. Better get a case, just on the possibility that my ass shows signs of nodding off again.
Reed notes that the cloaking field around the Bad Breath Star is very large: "Whoever built this thing went to a great deal of trouble to conceal it." Well, can you blame them? The design is derivative, the color unimaginative, and the sheen just screams Dada-ist cliché. I mean, I think it's pretty obvious that the artist is over-compensating for something. Quantum says he wants to find out why the Osaarians spent eight hours there, and asks T'Pol for the interior results she can't get because their sensors are befuddled. Quantum wants them to look for a welcome mat.