XAna: Remind me why we're heading
towards the angry mob.
Sal: That crash was close -- would have been on the bridge if Sanderson hadn't jinked his wheel. There might be wounded in there.
Ana: And I care why...?
Travis: Excuse me ma'am, you haven't seen --
Ana: You mean to keep that hand, boy?
Travis: Sorry! I thought... uh...
Fausto: Hey, it's the crazy Imperial! Ca va (
how are you), Blue?
Travis: Not so good, actually. I -- lost a girl I was with. A Sunl--
Fausto: Ah, shall we just say someone who looks like Ana here?
Travis: Well, she's not so freakily tall. And younger. Prettier... less angry...
Fausto:
Sal! Come back! You gonna miss a good killin'!