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You sure you're OK?

Escort them out.

I wouldn't know.

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

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

Stand down, soldier.

He's probably working off an autonomic power source.

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

She's a very dangerous woman.

Try it, Red, and you lose an arm!

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

- You OK? - All things considered.

Her. Dark hair. Yea tall.

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

Go ahead! You wouldn't even recognise her.

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

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

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

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

- Are you all right? - Five by five.

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

I only meant...

You think it's gonna rain?

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

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

Well, it's time to find out.

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

But the realist in me tends to doubt it.