Five hundred years in the future, a renegade crew aboard a small spacecraft tries to survive as they travel the unknown parts of the galaxy and evade warring factions as well as authority agents out to get them.
— So explain to me again why Zoe wasn't in the dress.
— Tactics, woman. Needed her in the back. Besides, those soft, cotton dresses feel nice. There's a whole airflow.
— And you'd know that because...?
— You can't open the book of my life in the middle. Like women, I'm a mystery.
— Best keep it that way. I withdraw the question.
— If you take sexual advantage of her... you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters... and people who talk at the theater.
— What...? I am not... Preacher, you got a smutty mind.
— Perhaps l spoke out of turn.
— Per-maybe-haps, I'm thinking.
— I apologize. I'll make her up a room in the passenger dorm.
— Thank you.
— The special hell.
