Snow rubs his chin. "Hmmm. Got an extra leather jacket and some jeans for you. But thats all I got. If you want food, I got a fridge back there. Water? Just ask Fred. He'll make some for you." The ship rumbles and Snow puts both arms out in a balancing motion. "Shit, they're attacking my ship!" He heads for the turrets on it. "Fred how long till we start flying?" "Already flying, sir. But about 2 and a half minutes until hyperspace." "Just enough time to go kill those sonofabitches." Frazier gets inside the turret cockpit and starts shooting.