Janek:
Just got a ping about one click west of you.
Millburn:
What do you mean "a ping"?
Janek:
Well, whatever that probe is picking up, it's not dead. It's reading a life form.
Fifield:
What?
Millburn:
Okay, what you mean, "a life form"?
Fifield:
Is it - Is it moving?
Janek:
No, I don't think so.
Fifield:
No, Captain, you're obviously not seeing what we're seeing down here. But if you were, you wouldn't be talking about a bloody ping, yeah?
Janek:
I know, boys. Your signal has been coming in sporadically since the storm hit.
Fifield:
That's no good to us down here, Captain! Is it - Is it moving? Are these things moving?
Janek:
No. No, it just disappeared, actually. Must be a glitch.
Millburn:
What do you mean, "a glitch"?
Janek:
All right, boys. Sleep tight. Try not to bugger each other.
Millburn:
Captain, what do you mean, "a glitch"?
Fifield:
Millburn. What does he mean? Wait. Now, he said - He said one click west, yeah?
Millburn:
Yeah.
Fifield:
Now, we... We don't want to check that out, do we, huh?
Millburn:
Shit, no.
Fifield:
Where are we gonna go?
Millburn:
East.
Fifield:
Yeah, east.
Millburn:
A fucking glitch, man. "Pings, glitch, life form." What the fuck?
