With a helpless shrug Apollo briefly mouths 'Sorry' back at Mike before they take off again, swooping gently along the outer skin of the station's hull. Rivets and panels and mystery antennas pass them by for what feels like several long minutes before Apollo propels them to a gentle stop nearby the outskirts of the lodged debris.

He ducks a wayward chunk of iron ore as it hurtles past them; there's enough of it around them that it's too dangerous for Apollo to want to leave Mike alone. A larger piece - about the size of a dog - careens in their direction but Apollo promptly knocks it off course with a quick bolt of his lasers. He gestures vaguely - you work, I'll watch your back - and keeps an eye out for anything else that might come their way.