Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're running out of... we're running out of air.
It's a crucial part of the formula.
Well, let's not make it 55.
We don't have to go outside.
Deep... breathe. Breathe, breathe.
Good golly, Ms. Mao. You sure can pick 'em.
Swinging on a swing or something.
the antenna array up top has seen better days.
Except Naomi wouldn't like it.
No cargo, just this young lady and a few crew.
That's another thing.
If it has a battery, a power pack,
Okay. Hold on, buddy. Come on.
This just keeps getting better and better.
Look it, here.
I'm afraid for him.
We intend to cooperate and hope this means we won't be harmed.
Speak frankly, please.
Christ.
You're naive, sweetheart.
Got no record of a Razorback on these docks.
The prisoner, Heikki Sobong took his own life
Since you have no intention of returning home,
The flagship of the Martian Navy.
Right, sweetheart. You know how much I love you.
You know, your Belter will like gravity on Luna better.
So we can share air.
We're dead anyway.