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’
Right
,
’
agreed
Ripley
quickly
.
’
The
first
thing
we
have
to
do
is
find
it
.
’
’
No
,
’
said
Dallas
in
a
funny
kind
of
voice
.
They
all
looked
at
him
.
’
First
we
’
ve
got
something
else
to
do
.
’
He
looked
back
down
the
corridor
,
to
where
the
body
of
Kane
remained
just
visible
through
the
mess
doorway
.
Miscellaneous
supplies
yielded
just
enough
material
to
make
a
crude
shroud
,
which
Parker
laser
-
sealed
in
the
absence
of
thread
.
It
was
amateurishly
rough
and
the
informality
of
it
as
they
walked
away
from
the
main
lock
bothered
everyone
.
But
they
had
the
consolation
of
knowing
they
were
doing
as
much
as
they
could
.
They
could
have
frozen
the
body
for
more
substantial
burial
back
on
Earth
,
but
the
transparent
canopy
of
the
freezer
compartment
would
leave
Kane
’
s
gutted
body
exposed
for
them
all
to
see
immediately
on
reawakening
.
Better
to
dispose
of
it
here
,
quick
and
clean
,
where
it
could
be
forgotten
as
fast
as
possible
.
Back
on
the
bridge
,
they
resumed
their
stations
,
depression
making
the
air
seem
thick
as
Vaseline
.
Dallas
checked
readouts
,
said
morosely
,
’
Inner
hatch
sealed
.
’
Ripley
nodded
confirmation
.
’
Lock
still
pressurized
?
’
Another
nod
.
He
hesitated
,
looked
from
one
somber
face
to
the
next
.
None
returned
his
gaze
.
’
Anybody
want
to
say
anything
?
’
Naturally
,
there
was
nothing
to
say
.
Kane
was
dead
.
He
’
d
been
alive
,
now
he
was
not
alive
.
None
of
the
crew
was
particularly
strong
with
words
.
Only
Lambert
spoke
up
.
’
Get
it
over
with
.
’
Dallas
thought
that
wasn
’
t
much
of
an
epitaph
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
think
of
anything
else
except
that
they
were
wasting
time
.
He
made
a
sign
to
the
watching
Ripley
.
