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He's hanging in there.

We'll get right on that, sir.

Doing my work, cop.

- Buddy, I don't think... - We're losing them!

I've got plans for it, anyway.

Oh, don't be like that, sugar, I said I'm comin' home.

Eh, guy must've mistaken her good manners for encouragement

If she hadn't gone and logged that stupid distress call...

- Jesus, you're not... - We're going after them.

What ship was that?

Alex, I'm telling you to go after that ship.

On the remotest chance we get off this alive.

... continues to appear for the raider Canterbury

Can't we rig ourselves an amplifier?

Airlock breach! We're losing pressure!

She wanted this dealt with.

during the critical phase of the ascent,

Just keep breathing. We're buddy-breathing.

But ask me whether or not I should rip your helmet off and kick you off this bucket,

Water means life.

the airlock's done.

Breathe it in. Breathe.

Mutual distrust and complete co-dependence.

Something like that.

Even water like this today,

Just one trip to Ganymede, sweetheart.

they'd respect you more.

I can take a core apart and put it back together with my eyes closed.