[ Amos wouldn't judge, if she was voicing some selfish thoughts while suiting up. He was always looking out for number one, himself. Sure, his crew counted as number one too, but he couldn't protect them if he was dead. ]

We all are. Don't know if we're here because of something human, or something alien. Don't know if we can move this barge. Don't know how far from home we even are.

[ He pulls at a couple of straps, making sure she's tightly secured in the suit, before handing her off the helmet, ready to help her fit it right. He stands in front of her, taking her green hair for the first time, the piercing eyes, the worried, angry slant of her mouth. ]

You want backup out there? I've been doing this a while.