[He throws his hands in the air in triumph, giving a relieved laugh, and kills the power to the thrusters. No sense wasting any more power than they have to. Heading back up to the cockpit, he sinks into the co-pilot's chair]
We should have life support for another four hours. Plenty'a time for the ship t'come pick us up. S'the distress signal runnin'?
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We should have life support for another four hours. Plenty'a time for the ship t'come pick us up. S'the distress signal runnin'?