How did the goddamn Company end up owning everything? Mining. Nuclear reactors and processors. Prisons. They had their fingers in so much that Did no one pay attention to anything anymore? This should have been headline news. Except she'd be willing to bet Wey-Yu bought all the media outlets, too.
"A movie. That sounds like something I will not be watching." Ripley shuttered. Seeing everyone they'd lost would be hell all over again. Especially Newt. Newt who had survived for so long on her own. There was a tightness in her chest at the thought. Ripley jerked her head down, fighting off the wave of emotion. She promised Newt that she'd be safe. She promised her that she could dream. "Couldn't have been anything -- promising -- if I took a dive into molten metal." There was something like a laugh. "Least I still had some sense till the very end."
Ripley downed the glass of scotch and set her cigarette on the ashtray. She reached out and took his chin, almost the same way she'd done to Newt, and turned his face so she could see the scars. "They don't look so bad anymore."