[ That sad look better be for the captain. Wolfwood will accept anger and mockery for his actions, but pity is something he can't stomach. ]

What help can we offer with a crew of, what, eight people? And half of 'em are security meatheads?

[ The ship shudders underfoot again, but it's just a small asteroid this time. Just enough to get the heart pounding, and to remind everyone onboard that they're still in danger. ]

The best help for all of us, crew and those settlers in cryo, everyone, is to get rid of the disease that's keepin' us on lockdown.

[ And he doesn't like that answer. He really doesn't! He doesn't want to kill anyone, but if it's one life against a hundred thousand, then he'll be killer. The captain's life and his own freedom for the lives of everyone else on the ship? What choice does he have other than to accept that deal? ]

I'll take the fall for it. Just let me out of here.