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Shivering as she did so, Sophia looked into Amis's eyes, before attempting to grab both his shoulders with her still very cold arms.

"Callsign..." she started in a shivery breath "...Sophia.  Primary Directive - Maintain Life Support for Colony unit Crista Luz.  Last known action : replacing oxygen tank on autopilot.

...I can't be here...the entire colony is still on emergency mode, and...by now, they could be inhaling dangerous amounts of recycled carbon dioxide. My charges might die without me..."