She's not sitting. Not immediately, anyway. First, Maureen strips the rings from her finger, setting both the band and its diamond studded partner on the side table before joining him on the edge of the bed.

Go back. She almost laughs, but can feel how manic it would sound and sets her teeth around it. She's had a lot of practice with that lately (Isn't this survival situation fun, kids?). You're telling her, guy.

You're not with the Resolute. It's not a question. She's stating a fact. Long story/have a hunch. What's your name? When are you from?

No, wait. She isn't done.

Maureen Robinson--->