WhiteDwarf: Clarify your actual dating scheme.

RedDwarf: You're all regrouped, right? One, two, three... where's your fourth?

RedDwarf RedGiant Neutron WhiteDwarf: Time to resume stealth. Everyone probably knows that something is afoot- remains to be seen whether than turns the workforce into crazed goons with improv armaments or cowardly ninnies.

WhiteDwarf: I have no need of dating, due to a predestination of
RedDwarf: I know. I really know. Look, we gotta focus a bit.
Neutron: Huh?
RedDwarf: I'll summarize for you after, Neutron.
RedDwarf: Where's RedGiant? Do we got any idea?
Neutron: I can track him on the camera bug.
RedDwarf: Nice. Figure out where he is.
RedDwarf: Assumin' the big guy did his work: Next objectives are gettin' that vault open, getting the bomb aboard from our shuttle, and getting that disk to us. Who's on which?
WhiteDwarf: I've ditched my EVA softsuit equipment for now, to improve my speed. I believe I cannot handle matters of the shuttle.
RedDwarf: And Neutron shouldn't be on combat duty.
Neutron: Huh?
RedDwarf: We gotta split up so we can go a bit more subtle.
WhiteDwarf: Indeed. The crew has been somewhat bloodthirsty on this radio I acquired.
WhiteDwarf: Tell me, what is our plan, then?

WhiteDwarf and RedDwarf: Team up to get that fuckin' disk. The HeadOfSecurity isn't worth honorable one-on-one combat.