"So she breaks the rules of biology and then it's a coincidence the station starts peeling open for her minions to mess with? Please." The other question was totally irrelevant. Sometimes things just broke and didn't get fixed. Didn't mean you couldn't pound flat what broke it in the first place! Especially the things he'd run into here, festering in the depths of this floating rust bucket. Scaly, horrible things.

More importantly! Or immediately, anyway: "You're stalling." He takes a step closer, dead tentacle trailing from his hand. "I'm not fond of that at all."