I mean, we could but where's the fun in that? I like the idea of us having a nice, civil chat with a time bomb ticking down in the background.

[ Even as he says it, he gets to his feet, hoisting the bags onto his better shoulder. He casts his light around one last time -- he could grab another bag, probably, just to be on the safe side, but maybe it's better to travel light? -- before heading toward the breech in the ship's hull. ]