[Bjorn and Tyler are trying to get the facehugger off of Navarro it's tail starts to choke her]
Rain
Stop! You gotta stop! Hey! It's choking her.
Tyler
Shit. Stop! Bjorn! Bjorn, stop! For fuck's sake, stop. Stop!
Bjorn
What's it doin'? Is it fuckin' killin' her?
Andy
I do not believe that's what the creature is doing. No.
Andy
Based on the rhythmic dilatation of those bladders, and it's synchronization to her breathing patterns, I'd surmise it's feeding her oxygen to keep her alive. For what purpose, I do not know.
Bjorn
Sorry, who the fuck are you?
Andy
I'm an ND-255 Weyland-Yutani synthetic. Originally built for mining and safety task. You guys call me Andy.
Andy
Yes. That new module didn't just upgrade my credentials. It's substantially updated my my AI, and it's mending my motor systems as we speak. A most overdue upgrade, I must say.
Bjorn
[picking up the taser]
Shit. I'mma fucking fry this thing.
Andy
The amount of current will violently contract its tail flexors and will break her neck.
Bjorn
So what, you got a better idea? What should we fucking do then, huh?
Rain
Hey, hey, hey! Andy, do you know how to help her?
Andy
I'm afraid my knowledge database has not really changed. I do not know what this creature is or how to remove it safely. But there's someone in this room who might.
[They hook up the damaged synthetic]
Rook
I need to secure Z-01 compound. Missions priority. All other priorities rescinded. Must complete the mission.
Andy
I'm sorry... but your mission has failed.
Rook
What? No, I...
Rain
Can you tell us what we can do to help her?
Rook
You don't help her. You run. Get out, however you got in.
Bjorn
No, no, no. Wait, whoa, whoa. Nah, we're not fuckin' leavin' her, okay? You understand?
Rook
And have mercy and end her life now. If not, you all die.
Bjorn
So what the fuck is he sayin'?
Andy
What's it doing to her?
Rook
The parasitoid is implanting the Plagiarus Praepotens in her.
Rook
A seed that will amalgamate her DNA and rapidly grow out of her.
Tyler
What's gonna grow out of her?
[Motions them to the ceiling where a dead xenomorph is hanging]
Rook
XX121 Xenomorph. One of our towing ships first made contact with this specimen two decades ago. Of the seven crew members aboard the USS Nostromo, only one survived, blowing the creature out of the airlock. We've been searching for it ever since. 170 days ago, our search came to an end. And the body of the Xenomorph was brought on board presumed dead. But of course, lack of oxygen and food is of no true consequence to this perfect organism.
Andy
Yet nothing is truly immortal. Clearly.
Rook
It wreaked havoc over this station, until what was left of our security forces shot it dead. Only to trigger its swan song.
Rook
Sulfuric and hydrofluoric. I sealed the station back up, but it was too late.
Bjorn
Hey, shut up. Nobody cares about your fucking ship anymore.