Storm Bridge. Something's wrong with the technobabble, so Trip runs some scans. While the scans are doing their thing, Trip treats Quantum and T'Pol to a little rant about the aliens. Along with the complaint about their impromptu targbeque, Trip adds, "They only need to sleep once a week, so they've kept us up the past two nights with their strange rituals: chantin', walkin' in circles!" You know, Mathra does that all the time. I never thought it was an alien ritual -- I just thought it was math. Quantum reminds him that the aliens warned them about the storm, so they owe them. The scans finish, and Trip discovers that someone has to go back into the ship and fix a few crucial technobabbles. Obviously, that someone has to be him. Trip rolls his eyes. If I were him, I'd leap, cavort, and tra-la-la at the opportunity to get out of the stanky, stuffy catwalk area and stroll around the empty ship. True, he has to wear an EV suit to protect him from all that deadly radiation, but at least he won't have Malcolm whining in his ear about the fact that he didn't get a chance to pack his favorite lip liner. Phlox tells us that Trip's EV suit will only protect him for twenty-two minutes, so Quantum advises, "It would be best not to take the scenic route." It would be best to hire new scriptwriters.
Trip walks around the dark ship. He does a few things, then suddenly looks around. My captioning tells me there are footsteps, but between the clanging music and the racket Trip was making, I couldn't hear them at all. Trip hides in a corner and switches off his EV suit's miner lamp. A few aliens -- not wearing protective gear -- scamper around the ship and fiddle with things.
Trip sneaks off to a room with a view and looks out a window. Through Feather Boa Harry, Trip (and we) can see a small, pointy-winged ship attached to Enterprise. Marvelous control those fellows must have to dock onto a buffeting ship in the middle of a Class Five Feather Boa Of A Natural Phenomenon That Can Travel Faster Than Light, with no directional help from the much larger ship. At a console, Trip calls up a visual of the Bridge and sees more aliens walking around doing things. An extreme close-up reveals the aliens to be -- at least on the surface -- the same race as the Neo-Pakled targbequeing aliens they are harboring. And when I say "race," I mean that all these aliens have to define them as "aliens" is a slight puckering of the skin below the eye sockets. Trip makes a resolute face and storms off.