Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, and with great risk comes...
- Hope it's not a letter to a wife. - It's not.
Alone is fine.
That make sense to anybody?
Come along, tweety bird.
You seeing our suit-cams?
I'll talk to you later, buddy.
Lionel Polanski.
And I don't think Fred Johnson, or Earth, or Mars, or anybody should have it.
I think that'll do just fine.
We have to kill the power. Stand by.
First time in space?
We're going in for a closer look.
Gets control, and then
You've picked a strange time to be chatty.
And the Cant.
What the hell are you babbling about?
Yeah, of course it does.
Holden, behind you!
We should stow these in the cargo bay,
- And, uh, plus the coffee. - Hey.
He so much as breaks a toenail,
All right, then.
- Hell no. - Well, I...
"Lionel Polanski." That's the name she used
like a fed-up person would talk.
Uh...
It's level four MCRN encryption.
Uh. Forgive me for saying so,
You got it, Chief.
The ship's in perfect condition, why would he just leave?
This is the ship.