"All Signs Point To..."

Sunburnt and disheveled, the crew huddled around Hoshi as she punched buttons on the UT, her eyes a bit wild.

"No more leave on planets that don't allow shuttles," Malcolm muttered, eyeing the jostling crowd of aliens.

"We'll talk about it when we get back," Jon said, trying to see what Hoshi was doing.

T'Pol tilted her head. "Ensign, perhaps if you--"

"Be QUIET!" Hoshi's face turned red as her crewmates and a nearby party of three-legged aliens stared at her.

"What do the signs say?" Jon asked gently.

"I don't know. Something about...lemmings? Egrets? That can't be right."