"Yeah, I wasn't planning on watching it either," Hicks said. Bad enough to have seen Ripley die in person, he wasn't interested in seeing what happened before that. Besides what else could it be other than 'more of those goddamn aliens kill people'? "I watched the one about... what happened to us. Not sure if I should have done that or not. There's also a movie about what happened on the Nostromo as well." He shook his head. He'd run into enough people on his forays out to get food, cigarettes and booze to know about the series. "They're real popular," he said dryly.
It was her touch that finally convinced him that she really was here and not a dream or a hallucination and he wasn't going to wake up in a minute and find himself alone in his apartment or worse... back in his cell. "It's been a while," he admitted. "They were partly healed when I got woken up and the Wey-Yu docs looked after them. Weyland wanted me alert enough to talk. The docs talked about grafts but..." They hadn't wanted to waste grafts on someone they weren't sure was going to be allowed to live. "...they decided not to."
He leaned into her touch. "That bastard Weyland dragged me back to LV-426. He had the Sulaco searched for any more eggs that might have been laid and he went looking for the ship you mentioned in your report. The one full of eggs. Found it too. The blast from the processing station didn't destroy it. Or didn't destroy all of it. I never worked out which from what I overheard."