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OAKEWOOD: So I take it you and your crew haven't run into anything like her, then?

GILLIAN: I'm afraid not, chap.
GILLIAN: It... she?
GILLIAN: ...is quite unfamiliar to me. Terribly sorry.
GILLIAN: [whispered] yuck.

SMALL BAT 2: Captain, I have an idea of who might know.
GILLIAN: Siiiigh...
GILLIAN: True...

GILLIAN: Say, since you were so kind to mention it, Artie, why don't you go fetch Milo?

ARTIE: Do I have to? He sicked up all over his cabin earlier.

GILLIAN: Someone must, and it won't be me.
GILLIAN: Consider it Captain's orders.

ARTIE: grumble, grumble
ARTIE: ...aye, Captain...

OAKEWOOD: Gehe ich also recht in der Annahme, dass ihr so etwas wie ihr nie begegnet seid?

GILLIAN: Tut mir leid, Kumpel, nein.
GILLIAN: Es... sie?
GILLIAN: ...ist mir ziemlich unbekannt. Tut mir wirklich leid.
GILLIAN: [whispered] igitt.

KLEINE FLEDERMAUS 2: Käpt'n, ich hab eine Idee, wer es wissen könnte.
GILLIAN: Seeeufz...
GILLIAN: Stimmt...

GILLIAN: Sag, da du so nett warst, es zu erwähnen, Artie, warum gehst DU nicht Milo holen?

ARTIE: Muss ich wirklich? Er hat vorhin seine ganze Kabine vollgekotzt.

GILLIAN: Irgendwer muss es tun, und ich bin's nicht.
GILLIAN: Betrachte es als Befehl des Kapitäns.

ARTIE: grummel grummel
ARTIE: ...aye, Käpt'n...

OAKEWOOD: Czyli mam rozumieć że ty i twoja załoga nigdy nie widzieliście czegoś takiego jak ona, co?

GILLIAN: Niestety nie, stary.
GILLIAN: To... ona?
GILLIAN: ...jest mi całkowicie nieznana. Wybacz.
GILLIAN: [szepcze] fuj.

MAŁY NIETOPERZ 2: Kapitanie, chyba wiem kto może wiedzieć co to.
GILLIAN: Wzddeeech...
GILLIAN: Prawda...

GILLIAN: No, skoro już o nim wspomniałaś, Artie, zawołasz tu Milo?

ARTIE: Muszę? On wcześniej porzygał całą swoją kabinę.

GILLIAN: Ktoś musi, a tym kimś nie będe ja.
GILLIAN: Niech to będzie rozkaz.

ARTIE: burczy, burczy
ARTIE: ...ajaj, Kapitanie...

OAKEWOOD: Assumo que você e sua tripulação não encontraram nada como ela, então?

GILLIAN: Temo que não, sujeito.
GILLIAN: Isso... ela?
GILLIAN: ...é muito estranho à mim. Mil desculpas.
GILLIAN: [sussurrado] eca.

SMALL BAT 2: Capitã, eu tenho uma idéia de quem pode saber.
GILLIAN: Suspiro...
GILLIAN: Verdade...

GILLIAN: Diz, já que você foi tão gentil em mencionar, Artie, porquê você não vai pegar o Milo?

ARTIE: Eu tenho? Ele gorfou em cima da mesa dele toda.

GILLIAN: Alguém deve, e não vai ser eu.
GILLIAN: Considere como ordens da Capitã.

ARTIE: resmungo
ARTIE: ...sim, Capitã...