Mestral and T'Nana walk through the town. It appears that someone felt the need to hang out some pumps to dry on that Convenient Clothesline, because T'Nana's wearing them. Mestral is attracted by something, and walks over to catch a radio sportscaster calling a baseball game where a player named Thomson gets tagged out at home plate, much to the listeners' chagrin. Assuming that it's Bobby Thomson of the NY Giants, I'd have thought the listeners would be happy about the out. I mean, wouldn't it be a Giants-Pirates game they're tuned to? ["And why would they pick Thomson to illustrate the baseball of the fifties? Sure, Thomson's famous -- for a single home run, which he didn't even hit against the Pirates. Shouldn't they have used Ralph Kiner, a Hall of Famer of that era who actually played in Pittsburgh? Twelve seconds on Google and they could have made that sequence a lot more believable." -- Sars] "Some type of combat, no doubt," T'Nana comments. "I believe it may be an entertainment," Mestral corrects her. Again. They decide that as there's not much action on the street, they'll duck into the local pub for a swift half. T'Nana reminds Mestral to keep his yap buttoned. A country song whines on the jukebox as some local yokels stop playing pool pointedly enough to take notice of the newcomers' entrance. Ruh-roh!

T'Nana and Mestral make their way to the bar and observe a human paying for his drinks with money. "Currency," T'Nana tells Mestral. "Yes, the paper appears to have value," Mestral notes. The middle-aged bar chick asks the Vulcans if they want anything; T'Nana pushes an ashtray away with distaste and inquires if she has anything "that doesn't require currency." "You mean, 'free'?" Bar Chick asks. She pushes a bowl of bar snacks their way. At least they're relatively vegetarian. Except for the animal lard. A local companionably asks what brings them into town, and T'Nana curtly explains that they had an accident with their "vehicle" on the outskirts of town. As she brings over some glasses of water, Bar Chick asks if they're okay. "We're fine," T'Nana tells her. Again with the curtness. "You folks married?" Bar Chick asks brightly. It was here I noticed the similarity and put it together with the "Cusack" in the opening credits. Of course, she's a sister to Joan and John. T'Nana tells Bar Cusack that they're "business associates," and Local tells them that he'd be darn tootin'ly happy to give them a lift to the gas station. T'Nana tells him they don't need help. "Soot yerself," Local drawls, and peels out to shoot pool. What are the chances that a relative of T'Pol's would meet a relative of Trip's in Pennsylvania?