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I wouldn't know.

So that's my dream. That and some stuff about cigars and a tunnel.

And if not, ass-kicking makes a solid plan B.

You took my life, B. Payback's a bitch.

She's a very dangerous woman.

but, tough as it is to accept, we both have to understand

- Did you find her? - Another woman. Unconscious and beaten.

He's probably working off an autonomic power source.

As soon as I get my masters degree in Advanced Starship Technology.

Stand down, soldier.

- Now I really have to... - So go.

But the realist in me tends to doubt it.

- You OK? - All things considered.

You sure you're OK?

All I'm saying is, if you're in trouble, I wanna help.

- There's no security here? - You don't understand.

- Are you all right? - Five by five.

Perhaps there's some form of rehabilitation we just haven't thought about.

Mostly, that you still mouth off about things you don't understand.

Try it, Red, and you lose an arm!

Well, it's time to find out.

Get the duty rosters, check the log. I wanna know what happened.

Escort them out.

Her. Dark hair. Yea tall.

Go ahead! You wouldn't even recognise her.

You think it's gonna rain?

I only meant...

Pressure is definitely high. I'll tell you, if I were her, I'd get out of Dodge posthastey.