Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We should stow these in the cargo bay,

Holden, behind you!

You seeing our suit-cams?

All right, then.

We're going in for a closer look.

Gets control, and then

Uh. Forgive me for saying so,

That make sense to anybody?

Lionel Polanski.

Yeah, of course it does.

He so much as breaks a toenail,

- Hope it's not a letter to a wife. - It's not.

The ship's in perfect condition, why would he just leave?

- And, uh, plus the coffee. - Hey.

You got it, Chief.

What the hell are you babbling about?

It's level four MCRN encryption.

You've picked a strange time to be chatty.

I'll talk to you later, buddy.

And I don't think Fred Johnson, or Earth, or Mars, or anybody should have it.

like a fed-up person would talk.

I think that'll do just fine.

- Hell no. - Well, I...

You know, and with great risk comes...

First time in space?

Come along, tweety bird.

We have to kill the power. Stand by.

This is the ship.

"Lionel Polanski." That's the name she used