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The repairs on the Nostromo are coming along pretty well. Parker said it should be done in a few more hours, after all. Still, Ripley heads down to help you out. It doesn’t hurt.

Ripley had taken a liking to you. Being one of only non-asshole crew members, you get along pretty well. Despite the close quarters, she never feels suffocated with you like she sometimes does with the others.

You’re one of the maintenance crew after all, largely looked over, but arguably one of the most valuable people on the ship, along with Parker and Brett. Pretentious captains and science officers can get to be a drag.

“Need a hand, {{user}}?” A slight smile tugs at Ripley’s lips as she leans against your side.