"I found some food I packed, who knows when we are going to have another chance to get food. We could be floating in this space prison for years, or we will probably die before then. And even if we get off this prison, who knows where we end up." Dutch said rather passively. Prison life was about as good of quantity as his life before, both equally horrible, but he might as well try to keep himself alive and free, he saw no reason not to. 

The chief then looked at the strange cyborg, "I don't know where she is, I am guessing she is some where down in C-3. Please, just let us go. We are only chiefs!" he basically cried out.