"Mason!" Angel shouts, circling the warthog. "I told you to remove the turret, not reproduce with it!" She screams at him, yanking the turret off of Mason and putting it beside him.

Jack waves his hand. "Move, Axle. I'm trying to look at the sky." He says lazily. "Go make out with Helen or something." He jerks his thumb toward Blue base. "You probably want to, for all I know."