( Another little pat down of himself ensues, marked by relief. )
Thanks. That's good to hear.
( McCoy tips the beam of his flashlight up to the ceiling until it lands on one of Dean's sprigs of mistletoe, blowing gently in the wake of air from a vent. )
Environmentals are working, we still have oxygen and gravity. ( He lowers the light, thinking aloud. ) Heat's gonna be our next concern.
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Thanks. That's good to hear.
( McCoy tips the beam of his flashlight up to the ceiling until it lands on one of Dean's sprigs of mistletoe, blowing gently in the wake of air from a vent. )
Environmentals are working, we still have oxygen and gravity. ( He lowers the light, thinking aloud. ) Heat's gonna be our next concern.