Trillian is waiting for Arthur at the drop-off. “Thanks,” Arthur says as he steps out of the airlock. “I don’t really have much to give you... what, with my house being crushed and all. Er, how about this here?” Arthur pulls a magnificently large Cloaking Device from his teensy-weensy shirt pocket and immediately installs it in your ship. “I hope that will do,” he says, and turns around to leave.
