Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher) That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)

You think we stand a chance? (Delphine) Like an icicle on the equator. (Phobos)

(Unsure if she should laugh or groan, Astrid held fast to the tank before her as Zarek pushed the snowmachine to the limits. It vibrated so badly that she half-expected it to disintegrate underneath them.) Cap’n, I don’t think she’ll hold. The warp engines can’t take any more. It’s going to blow apart. (Astrid)

I’ll go and help. (Chris) What are we supposed to do with you, Chris? Lob you at them? (Wulf)

Choose well or die. I don’t care which. Just don’t get blood on my coat.

We’re screwed. (Nick) Screwed blue and tattooed. (Acheron)

Fine. Sit around being inconsiderate asses…and you wonder why none of you are married. (Zarina) (Sway cleared his throat meaningfully.) Oh, shush. You don’t count. You had an arranged marriage. These losers can’t get a girl for more than three and half minutes it takes them to embarrass themselves with their feeble gropings that always disappoint. (Zarina)