TAGON: Usually space docks are better lit than this.
PARA: We're seven hundred klicks into a tunnel with nothing but starlight behind us.
TAGON: Seven hun-- Cox'n, just how fast are we going?
PARA: Eleven thousand, two hundred meters per second.
TAGON: Terrestrial escape velocity, straight down a hole, with no light. Well-played.
PARA: Would you like me to slow her down, Captain?
TAGON: This is fine. I hate waiting.