Amanda Ripley barely making it into the Sevastopol
Verlaine: The station's comms seem pretty screwed up, so I've fitted Samuels' suit with a radio booster. I can only keep the Torrens in transit for twenty-four hours.
Samuels: You'll have heard from us by then.
Verlaine: Safe trip.
Taylor: My contract doesn't cover bloody space-walks
Amanda: It's the only option. and it's perfectly safe if you do what I tell you.
SYSTEM: Depressurizing
Taylor: Hating this!
Amanda: Just shadow me, Taylor. You too, Samuels
Samuels: Affirmative.
Taylor: My god, Ripley
Amanda: You're doing good, Tay-
(Explosion)
Amanda: Just keep moving!
Samuels: Taylor! Ripley! Hold on!
Amanda: Samuels? Taylor? Respond, anybody!
