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Ah, that's not me. That... That's not me.

I could have told Bill her battery was too weak to kill her.

It's the oxygen thinning. It's making it harder to think.

Know the feeling?

Good for business.

I am? Oh, that explains the bruised shins.

She hasn't changed. What was her name?

Well, we'll be horribly murdered.

The Doctor hacked it and walked you out.

He gave you his helmet.

Outside is suicide.

We'd enjoy five minutes of oxygen before the whole thing overheated and blew.

Now, I can set you down on a hub-world outside of corporate control.

I will see you soon.

- Ooh. - Interesting.

Well, you're not doing a very good job, are you?

Listen. All we've got left is a good death.

We've picked up a company transponder.

- Like you feel. - Have you looked down there?

There was no hacking.

We could boil the hell out of an egg.

Capitalism in space.

Charging for the air you breathe?

and pitch our tent next to the toilet block.

I wish I could see me doing that.

Well, didn't they say that was a bad idea?

Because I think there's something moving out there.

Instruction received.

As will the fluid around your eyes.

Suit's a mess. Needs a complete overhaul.

Who the hell put you in charge?

Well, yes, it is.

Get out of there. Now.

Plan B, filtering out all the oxygen.

So what are you gonna do about it?

You think this is a robbery?

It's tough when you're blind.

and you're no longer efficient.