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Justpulleditselffreelikealizardsheddingitstail.’
’Whynot,’commentedAsh,’withitsinbuilttalentforregeneration?’
Theengineercontinued,soundingeverybitasdisappointedashefelt.’Wehadthebastard.Wehadhim.’Hepaused,added,’Whenitpulledfreeofitslimb,itbledallovertheplace.Thelimbdid.Iguessthestumphealedoverfast,luckyforus.Theacidaterightthroughthehatch.That’swhatcausedthedepressurization.’Hepointedshakilytowardthedoorsealingofftheairlockvestibulefromtherestofthecorridor.
’Youcanprobablyseetheholeinthehatchfromhere.’
’Nevermindthatnow.’Ashlookedupcuriously.’Whohitthewarningsiren?’
Ripleywasstaringoverathim.’Youtellme.’
’Whatdoesthatmean?’
Shewipedbloodfromhernose,sniffed.’Iguessthealarmwentoffbyitself.Thatwouldbethelogicalexplanation,wouldn’tit?Justatemporary,slightlycoincidentalmalfunction?’
Thescienceofficerrose,lookedatherfrombeneathloweredlids.She’dmadecertaintheremainingmethanecylinderwaswithinreachbeforeshe’dspoken.ButAshmadenomovetowardher.Shestillcouldn’tfigurehim.
Ifhewasguilty,heoughttojumpherwhileshewasweakenedandParkerwasworse.Ifhewasinnocent,heoughttobemadenoughtodothesame.Hewasdoingnothing,whichshehadn’tpreparedfor.
Atleasthisfirstwordsinresponsewerepredictable.Hedidsoundangrierthanusual.’Ifyou’vegotsomethingtosay,sayit.
