[ Well, now Wege looks like an idiot, holding a plate of cheese towards someone who clearly doesn't want cheese. But, mild-mannered as he is, Wedge takes it in stride; he puts the plate down, then crosses his arms as he too leans against the wall. But to think, not to pose aloofly. ] I was bagged. [ He says it like he can't quite believe it himself. ] These creatures they call imps threw me into a bag. Then I found myself here.

[ A shrug. ] It's not glamorous in the least. I hope my squadron never hears about this. I'll never hear the end of it.