From the fog emerged a woman with long, dark brown hair, wearing a dark jumpsuit and canvas trainer shoes, her gaze serious, fixated dead ahead, seeing as she was standing in the now wrecked, interstellar cargo ship of the Nostromo. The realm surrounding was cold and death-like, which peaked her curiosity as she glanced off into the distance.

"What's the story, Mother?"

Ripley questions, seemingly to the ships now broken computer mainframe AI, her seriousness yet to break.