Then
A maraquoi rushes into the briefing room clearly out of breath. "Sorry, boss, got held up at with, well, you know what it's like with seven of us." Met with what is probably a blank stare, the maraquoi continues, "Plants. Less complicated relationships, but probably less fun as well. Hi, everyone, I'm Kuaieyo, and I do the talking whenever this fellow realizes that fists, or what passes for fists in its case, won't do the job."
Now
As Kosigan heads down to the weapons station, Kuaieyo surveys the field. "This asteroid field seems almost unrealistically cluttered, but I know that won't bother you, helmswoman. Plot a course through."
Diplomacy, Encourage Pilot: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27