About a day after the events with the Vulcans, around lunch time, the doors to the science labs whooshed open:

“Bonner, Riani, Petrakos, I am here!” Golfink said as he entered the science lab like a wrecking ball. For such a small man he demanded a lot of attention. “Cold logic wouldn’t woo you so now pure charisma will have to try! You will find me much harder to ignore!”

Not finding the three he was looking for dressed, made up, and nervously waiting his arrival, the elfin man lept onto a chair, “Oh Bonner! Oh Riani! Dear Petrakos! Come to Daddy Golfink! It is time for your close ups and by the Prophets I am going to get my interview!”

GM Wombat