RedDwarf: Disk in, activate bolts, disk out, run.

Mere moments ago...

Holy shit. You got that fucking disk. You're so close to putting a knife into the heart of this Company that your hands are shaking, but not too much to yank it off SyndieCyborg. You'll play out any of WhiteDwarf's deranged fantasies about releasing the power-sealing eye-patch if it can put this fucking monster into its death throes.

RedDwarf: Holy shit, holy shit, she got it. You got it. Holy shit.
RedDwarf: Alright, hold still while I-- Almost got it! Then cover the hall and tune to, uhh--
RedDwarf: Cargo beacon! That's the one RedGiant stole.
SyndieCyborg: Will do! Get your work done, I'll keep you safe!