‘You!’ said Ford Prefect.
‘You!’ said Arthur Dent.
Ford groaned again.
‘What do you need to have explained this time?’ he said, and closed his eyes in some kind of despair.
Five minutes later he was sitting up and rubbing the side of his head, where he had quite a large swelling.
‘Who the hell was that woman?’ he said. ‘Why are we surrounded by squirrels, and what do they want?’
‘I’ve been pestered by squirrels all night,’ said Arthur. ‘They keep on trying to give me magazines and stuff.’
Ford frowned. ‘Really?’ he said.
‘And bits of rag.’
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘Is this near where your ship crashed?’
‘Yes,’ said Arthur. He said it a little tightly.
‘That’s probably it. Can happen. Ship’s cabin robots get destroyed. The cyberminds that control them survive and start infesting the local wildlife. Can turn a whole ecosystem into some kind of helpless thrashing service industry, handing out hot towels and drinks to passers-by. Should be a law against it. Probably is. Probably also a law against there being a law against it so everybody can get nice and worked up. Hey ho. What did you say?’
‘I said, and the woman is my daughter.’
Ford stopped rubbing his head.