why on God's empty galaxy did you think it was a good idea to strand yourself in space on some derelict asteroid mining rig?

You've seen Alien. You've seen plenty of space horror stuff.

So why'd you do it?

Now you're running for your life from some multi-armed horror with some fuckin spider jaw, and it is HUNGRY.

and after all that running, you're cornered. This is it. You're gonna die here.

...wait, why aren't you dead yet? And who's that lady in the engineering suit? And is that a... Plasma cutter? Like the mining tool?

"Finally, someone who isn't a necromorph... Are you okay?"

She said, before extending a hand to help you up from your cowering form in the corner.