Your robot zooms up into the cockpit. "You called, Captain?" she says in her usual grating monotone. Hint the Robot was built way back in the Lautusian post-Imperialist phase, but she's reliable and always polished to a mirror-shine.
"What's our closest planet?" you ask her.
"Xenphuth IV. Entering atmosphere… now, Captain."
"Is it habitable?"
"Absolutely not, Captain." She attaches herself safely to the wall with one of her suction cups as the ship shudders and twists around. "Class Z-5, Captain. Reasons for classification Z-5 include noxious gases, man-eating flora, and insects of unusual size. The Zork High Council recommends a minimal distance of two galaxies."
"Ah. Well. Good to know.