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like a fed-up person would talk.
All right, then.
He so much as breaks a toenail,
Yeah, of course it does.
You've picked a strange time to be chatty.
First time in space?
You seeing our suit-cams?
You got it, Chief.
Alone is fine.
Holden, behind you!
We have to kill the power. Stand by.
Come along, tweety bird.
- Hell no. - Well, I...
Lionel Polanski.
We should stow these in the cargo bay,
Uh. Forgive me for saying so,
That make sense to anybody?
It's level four MCRN encryption.
I'll talk to you later, buddy.
The ship's in perfect condition, why would he just leave?
What the hell are you babbling about?
I think that'll do just fine.
- And, uh, plus the coffee. - Hey.
We're going in for a closer look.
And I don't think Fred Johnson, or Earth, or Mars, or anybody should have it.
Gets control, and then
And the Cant.
You know, and with great risk comes...
- Hope it's not a letter to a wife. - It's not.
"Lionel Polanski." That's the name she used
This is the ship.
Uh...