[Nope, no, that's good. Whiskey is good. Ford flicks his coat out of the way and sits down by Stan.]

Oh. Before we start, ah, not talking about what happened, give me a second.

[He pulls out a scanner and points it at Stan. It whirrs, and Ford looks at the readout.]

That's a relief. Looks like the trackers disappeared along with the rest of the corruption-Barge. I was hoping that'd be the case - I really didn't want to have to make an announcement.