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It
was
Ripley
who
lifted
a
limp
yellowish
form
from
one
of
the
freezers
.
She
wore
a
hurt
expression
.
’
You
needn
’
t
be
so
indifferent
about
it
.
’
She
stroked
the
soaked
animal
affectionately
.
’
It
’
s
not
a
piece
of
equipment
.
Jones
is
a
member
of
the
crew
as
much
as
any
of
us
.
’
’
More
than
some
.
’
Dallas
was
watching
Parker
and
Brett
,
fully
dressed
now
,
receding
in
the
direction
of
engineering
.
’
He
doesn
’
t
fill
my
few
on
-
board
waking
hours
with
complaints
about
salary
or
bonuses
.
’
Ripley
departed
,
the
cat
enveloped
in
a
thick
dry
towel
.
Jones
was
purring
unsteadily
,
licking
himself
with
great
dignity
.
It
was
not
his
first
time
out
of
hypersleep
.
For
the
present
,
he
would
tolerate
the
ignominy
of
being
carried
.
Dallas
had
finished
drying
himself
.
Now
he
touched
a
button
set
into
the
base
of
his
coffin
.
A
drawer
slid
silently
outward
on
nearly
frictionless
bearings
.
It
contained
his
clothing
and
a
few
personal
effects
.
As
he
was
dressing
,
Ash
ambled
over
to
stand
nearby
.
The
science
officer
kept
his
voice
low
,
spoke
as
he
finished
seaming
his
clean
shirt
.
’
Mother
wants
to
talk
to
you
.
’
As
he
whispered
,
he
nodded
in
the
direction
of
the
yellow
light
flashing
steadily
on
the
suspended
console
nearby
.
’
I
saw
it
right
off
.
’
Dallas
slipped
arms
into
a
shirt
.
’
Hard
yellow
.
Security
one
,
not
warning
.
Don
’
t
tell
the
others
.
If
anything
’
s
seriously
wrong
,
they
’
ll
find
out
soon
enough
.
’
He
slipped
into
an
impressed
brown
jacket
,
left
it
hanging
open
,
’
It
can
’
t
be
too
bad
,
whatever
it
is
.
’
Ash
sounded
hopeful
,
gestured
again
at
the
steadily
winking
light
.
’
It
’
s
only
yellow
,
not
red
.
’
’
For
the
moment
.
’
Dallas
was
no
optimist
.
’
I
’
d
have
preferred
waking
up
to
a
nice
,
foresty
green
.
’
He
shrugged
,
tried
to
sound
as
hopeful
as
Ash
.
’
Maybe
the
autochef
’
s
on
the
blink
.
That
might
be
a
blessing
,
considering
what
it
calls
food
.
’
