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Doing my work, cop.

they'd respect you more.

- Buddy, I don't think... - We're losing them!

Breathe it in. Breathe.

during the critical phase of the ascent,

Just one trip to Ganymede, sweetheart.

I can take a core apart and put it back together with my eyes closed.

Airlock breach! We're losing pressure!

Even water like this today,

Mutual distrust and complete co-dependence.

We'll get right on that, sir.

Just keep breathing. We're buddy-breathing.

... continues to appear for the raider Canterbury

But ask me whether or not I should rip your helmet off and kick you off this bucket,

What ship was that?

Oh, don't be like that, sugar, I said I'm comin' home.

If she hadn't gone and logged that stupid distress call...

On the remotest chance we get off this alive.

She wanted this dealt with.

Eh, guy must've mistaken her good manners for encouragement

Something like that.

the airlock's done.

He's hanging in there.

- Jesus, you're not... - We're going after them.

Water means life.

Can't we rig ourselves an amplifier?

Alex, I'm telling you to go after that ship.

I've got plans for it, anyway.