"What the hell is that?" a man's voice asks.
I don't know. It looks like a ... planet.
"Planets don't move like that," a woman says. "Are you sure we're not flying towards it, instead of it towards us?"
It doesn't matter. We have to get out of here.
"And go where? We're on a ship," the man says.
You can stay here if you want, but I'm going for cover.
*In the background, another explosion is heard.
"I'll come with you," the woman says.*
And you?
Come on, lady. He's not coming.
"My name is Rachel," the woman says.
I'm Max. My quarters are just down this hall. Maybe we'll be safe there.
"That's on the outer hull, isn't it?" she asks.
You have somewhere better in mind?
"How about ..." she begins to say.
