Thirty-three fridges, thirty-three people before us, and thirty-three of us. I'm starting to see a pattern...what do the papers say? This isn't the first time we've seen scratch marks around the ship either. [He'll address both of them because...bad...Beck walks away and Junpei's looking at these jars, eyebrows raising at the blue one.] ...think I found another item we need. Or, at least, this is something important.

[And so the blue jar gets tucked into his pocket safely, but the gun comes out to hold onto. He'll just pick up a few of these green jars to read the labels. What do we have here?]