*****. Get your ***** hands off of my wife. You ***** *****. The words came out of Bettes mouth with the amount of venom that the language used would imply.
Terribly sorry, Porter. Did I invade your territory. The British accent sneered at Bette.
She isnt my territory you filthy piece of garbage. Shes my wife. Now get the ***** out of my bed and the ***** out of my house Go slither back into whatever snakepit from which you crawled.
Oh, dear. I hope this wont affect our working relationship.
Bette spotted, on the floor, a pair of lace undergarments which she knew did not belong to her wife. She grabbed the offending garment and with the strength that anger provides ripped the flimsy material in half. She threw the halves at the interloper in her bed.
You can consider my resignation from the CAC written on your ***** rags.
A voice echoed through the house. Hey Porter, Tina you home. The door was open so For the first time in her life, Alice was speechless.
The person about whom the argument started was sitting up in the bed holding the sheet to cover her *****. She watched the scene in front of her unfold as if in a bad dream.
Uh, Ill just catch you guys later. Alice got the ***** out of there as quickly as possible.

The planet about 45 minutes later:
Tina? Our Tina? Bettes Tina? Are you sure?
Uh, yeah, Dane. I know what I saw.
Maybe it was some kind of misunderstanding, some kind of joke. Dana said with hope.
I saw Porters face. If it was a joke nobody let her in on it.
*****. Shane said as she took the swizzle stick out of her mouth and stared at it. She slumped down further into her chair. *****.
What do we do guys? Alice asked.
Nothing. Theres nothing we can do. Shane told her.
We can kick some British *****. Dana suggested.
Should we call Kit? Alice wondered aloud.
Its none of our business, Al. Shane reminded her still slumped in her chair, staring at her stick and speaking even softer than usual.

Bette and Tinas house as the above conversation is happening at the planet:
Helena has departed. Tina has gotten out of bed and dressed. Bette is sitting outside staring at the pool, a large and undiluted glass of scotch in her hand.
Bette.
Bette holds up her hand in a stop gesture without even turning around to see the person who has spoken her name.
Please, Tina. Not now.
Tina comes and sits on the deck chair closest to Bette. Neither of them speak.