Adrift, But Not Alone

"Well, looks like it's just you and me again, Mr. Bingle..."

"We survived, beacon's activated... but this is twice now you've let this happen to us."

"...I still haven't decided whether keeping you around means you're good or bad luck. I've got eighteen more hours of air, so I suppose we'll find out one way or another..."

"What do you think the odds are another ship will find us in time? Probably pretty slim, right? Though I suppose that's what I thought last time... but still, we can't be that lucky again, can we?"

"Come to think of it, where did I even pick you up? You've been sitting on my console for months now, and I have no idea where you even came from... are you possessed? Cursed? ...or am I just losing my mind?"

"You know what? Don't say anything, I don't want to know..."