[Black hole or no black hole, someone has a Guide mis-fire to contend with. The feed starts sharply, accidentally joining the conversation at this point. The first voice is likely unknown; the one about to follow is remarkably more known]
Are we expecting guests this evening?
Expect? Expect?! Dear boy, we should expect that anything could happen. Just because there's all this nonsense about a black hole you think we should put our lives on hold?
No, sir. I apologise.
[There's some rattling of cutlery in the background, a metallic clatter that suggests someone's moving things around]
What are you doing?!
Merely fixing the cutlery. It seems someone-
What do you mean, fixing? It was perfect the way it was before. Now, I don't know how you did things on that backwater planet you came from but you're on the Thor now and you'll do things by my rules. Do I make myself clear?
Yes, sir. Understood loud and clear.
Now get to work. I want this silverwear shining!
[There's the sound of footsteps, followed by an audible sigh before the feed cuts out]