[ Cassian takes the liberty of checking Draco's levels and nods. ]

Yeah, you're good for now. If this or this turns yellow, or if you hear any alarms, let me know.

[ He chuckles, a dry and wry sort of laugh. ]

We should, yes. It's going to take some work. First we'll need to get these suits functioning long enough, find some kind of ablative plating or other material we can weld to the hull and repressurize the deck. Oh, and find an arc welder that functions in the vacuum. [ He shakes his head. ] Planetside shipyards are so much easier. Or at least station bound ones.

[ Unfortunately, the ancient aliens who created all of this didn't ask his opinion. ]