Maybe it's a generator. [A pause; this place is far too dimly lit for there to be a properly functioning generator in the wings. He smiles at the thought.] ... A generator operating on pizza dough for fuel. Which is to say, a disaster.

[Maybe it's not a generator after all. He spoke before he thought.]

But. Why do you think the crew of this ship would bait us into arriving, darling...? That sounds awfully suspicious!