On almost all three dimensional planets, you’re always coming in, in the middle of something or other. (And it often seems serious.)
One guy asked his older brother, who happened to be visiting in the same head, “Is repeating oneself a forceful means of emphasis, or a sign of flaccid intelligence?” And his brother said, “I’m thinking, I’m thinking.”
Don’t bother checking the past for accuracy. That’s not part of its responsibilities.
If you’ll sing the high notes, someone will pick up the low ones.
On some worlds, real explorers don’t believe in colons, or dependent clauses.