My plan right now? Get people outta here. Unfortunately, I kinda got into it with some of the guys who thought this was a good idea, and then some of the White Tower guys saw it, so I'm pretty much persona shoot-on-sighta right now.

Which is dumb because hey, guess who used to live in SPACE where there's like ten dozen kinds of deadly radiation to deal with? But I figure once they see that I've got like, a safety bubble, they'll have a change of heart.

[She points to a van she's sorta hotwired, one of those fifteen-seat jobs. There is, incongruously, a satellite dish strapped to the top and another one on the hood.]

Just doing some improvised engineering on this baby. [She hands him a tube of gorilla glue.] Help me stick the dishes on there.