Zoey pulled the jacket tighter.  She felt like shit for pulling the lever and condemning the soldiers to death, but there was literally nothing she could have done about it.  Anything.  Had that thing gotten in it would have ripped them to shreds.  She could feel her cheek swelling and she tenderly rubbed her face.  That was going to hurt a while, and she wanted to bitch out the commando.  She had the good sense not to, but she did.<br/><br/>She looked up at Alec, and noticed her breath was still fogging up.  They needed to get somewhere warm, before hypothermia started to set in.  That would be just as deadly if they were exposed for long enough.  She got up and said, "We need to get warmed up.  Either huddle for warmth or we need to get through this airlock and somewhere with a heater.  So.. sooner rather than later would be great."