Galen chuckled, "My ship is bigger on the inside than outside. Always gives an odd scan reading."
"If you must know, I'm running Vorlon modified Shadow technology. My med bay is rated for human through type 12 alien and can autodiagnose just about anything else."
"Bugger." Galen reached out and made a few quick adjustments to his ship. "You said come through. Were you trying to teleport I side? Had the shields up to discourage uninvited guests." He typed a quick string on the communications console. "Shields are down and I'm transmitting coordinates and a locator signal for my cargo bay. You really don't want to park a police box - I assume camouflage - next to me if you are in a hurry. My ship is sitting on the bottom of Meadow Lake."