Wow, would you look at that?
A view like this makes you realize,
it doesn’t matter what deck you work on.
We’re all in it together.
And they left us.
They left us.
How much oxygen do we have? A lot? A little? Ballpark?
Good morning, Cerritos.
Lieutenant Kayshon. Welcome to the Cerritos.
Rapunki, when he joined the seven.
Computer, ramming speed.
This could be your year to get promoted.
You got what it takes?
-Yes. -Okie dokie.
Only thing missing is Boimler​.
Think of all the fun adventures he’s going on.
Oh, God.
Get him out of there.
I know we may not look like a lot,
but when it comes to a fight,
our Starfleet officers are trained to throw down at--
Latinum! Tendi, run!
Who among us hasn’t been pooped out by an alien creature?
-It is not-- -Don’t touch me.
Oh crap, it’s the evil computer.
Friend, I’m worried about you.
My scans indicate you can lose a couple pounds.
Excuse me?
Our ship might not be the biggest,
and we might do the missions nobody else wants.
Come on, you’ve been in tougher spots than this.
Thanks, Tom Paris.
I am a little worried about the fumes in here, though.
You know, since you’re talking to a plate.
But we are still Starfleet.
The Ferengi got everyone else. It’s up to you guys.
Only if we had special powers.
We do.
Maybe not here, but here.
Our skins!
-Our brains. -Brains, right.
-It’s our brains. -Brains are inside
of our skins.
There’s a team waiting to take me to the brig,
isn’t there?
Aw, you know me so well.
Love you, Mom.
Love you, too, never disobey me again.
I do what I want.