Give him a second. His brain was a jumble and he was trying to go back through old movies, old films to decide. For some reason, in the middle of that, he remembered something something about wanting to feed something called a Salarian their own aasshole over a claw machine, and that made no god-damned sense. Why was he remembering some shitty old kid's game at a time like... That didn't even seem pertinent.

Even if, oh god were those memories close to AI bullshit, know it or not.

Finally, he grunted and shook his head. "Nobody's going to be singing Daisy, Daisy in the next week. It hasn't tried to kill us, so let's go half-way between." Ahem. "Let's see, you're nine... so, that would leave us, about two hundred and sixty-one crew members on ice right now. Twenty-nine accounted for and dead. Then the captain. Colonists are sealed where nobody can get to them."