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’
What
?
’
The
fog
and
clouds
had
misted
over
her
thoughts
.
She
shook
them
away
.
’
Which
way
,
Lambert
?
’
Dallas
was
staring
at
her
.
’
I
’
m
okay
.
Too
much
thinking
.
’
In
her
mind
she
was
visualizing
her
station
on
board
the
Nostromo
.
That
seat
and
its
navigation
instrumentation
,
so
confining
and
stifling
under
normal
conditions
,
now
seemed
like
a
small
slice
of
heaven
.
She
checked
a
line
on
the
screen
of
a
small
device
attached
to
her
belt
.
’
Over
here
.
That
way
.
’
She
pointed
.
’
You
lead
.
’
Dallas
stepped
in
behind
her
.
Followed
by
the
captain
and
Kane
,
she
started
off
into
the
storm
.
As
soon
as
they
left
the
protective
bulk
of
the
Nostromo
,
the
storm
was
able
to
surround
them
on
all
sides
.
She
stopped
,
disgusted
,
and
operated
suit
instrumentation
.
’
Now
I
can
’
t
see
a
goddamn
thing
.
’
Ash
’
s
voice
sounded
unexpectedly
in
her
helmet
.
’
Turn
on
the
finder
.
It
’
s
tuned
to
the
distress
transmission
.
Let
it
lead
you
and
don
’
t
mess
with
it
I
’
ve
already
set
it
myself
.
’
’
It
’
s
on
and
tuned
,
’
she
shot
back
.
’
You
think
I
don
’
t
know
my
own
job
?
’
