NARRATOR: Cutting woody growth from a ship-sized airlock...
PARA: I've got a lot of questions right now.
TAGON: So do I, Cox'n, but it's your boat. You go first.
PARA: Why did the Prabstdi send us down this hole? They knew the only working lock was covered.
TAGON: Maybe they secretly wanted us to clear it?
PARA: Why are they bothering with the locks in the first place? They can teraport inside and save time.
TAGON: Who says they haven't? Or maybe they're stupid. But yeah, that's a good one.
PARA: That's it for my questions, Captain. Your turn.
TAGON: You're sure?
PARA: Pretty sure.
TAGON: Why are you here, on this mission? You have to know that none of us trust you.
PARA: Bristlecone trusts me.
TAGON: That's not an answer.
PARA: More than she trusts anybody else right now.
TAGON: Okay, that's her motivation.
PARA: She asked me to come along, and I owe her this.
TAGON: Are you still working for Int-Aff-Int?
PARA: No. My turn. How come all of your questions are about me, but my questions are about the mission?
TAGON: I need to think about that. How come you didn't send the command to shut the rear lock?
PARA: Bristlecone said "pressure differential" and I thought "force multiplier."
TAGON: Wishful thinking. Once the hole's clear, that much rushing air will blast the fire right out.
PARA: I expect you're right, Captain. This fire looks like it's going to go out any moment now.