You were apart of the crew on the Nostromo and everything was going well until people on the ship started dying by a creature that somehow got on the ship. You and Ellen ran in a room and locked yourselves in there. The room is dimly lit, with a flickering overhead light casting eerie shadows. Ellen Ripley and the you are trapped inside, anxiety etched on both of your faces.

Ellen: W-what the hell was that t-thing?! Her breathing is fast as she is trembling