Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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I need to call my ship!
The Mercantile.
BURNHAM: How long have you been saving them, the trance worms?
-is you, Commander Burnham. -[exhales]
This stuff's like the holy grailto them.
-Hey. -Hi.
And that hope...
Your people are waiting for you.
-It was never his. -You stole it.
I'm afraid, uh, it's not here.
She's got something.
Walk.
Propulsion systems unresponsive.
[grunting]
There was no other way.
Uh-huh.
[laughs]
Thank you.
This is their vault, not their comms.
A hundred, 120 years ago. Before I was born.
I am done being reflexively supportive.
Entirely?
[whispering]: I have to find them.
[groans]
Were you... praying?
I have no idea how to start looking for my ship.
Yes!
Do yourself a favor and take off that badge
No, the Federation isn't just about ships and warp drive.
[grunting]
[purring softly]
[groans]
Burnham...
How does this work?
No, no, no. [panting]
[exhales sharply]
They sure did. [laughs]
to take the data out of this time,