Ripley drew in a breath and dropped her gaze to her hands. Right. If he'd watched it, then he likely knew what led to her decision to go back. The nights spent in terrifying dreams in which she always birthed one of those things from her own chest, and now to find out that it would happen to her after all. It wasn't the kind of thing anyone wanted to learn.
"That'll happen when you go looking for eggs that use humans as a host." Ripley didn't understand their thinking at all. Yes, the aliens were amazingly adapted for survival and battle, but how could you compare the cost? All those lives for something that you couldn't control long enough to get any scientific readings. For something so unpredictable. Ripley couldn't contain her disgust, a sneer appearing on her face. "Just thinking about the number of innocent people who died for them... It makes me sick.