Before
"Would you now?" Hannabel grins at Anika's reply. "Well, you know where to find me when you've finished thinking about it..." she laughs as she sashays out of the landing bay.

Now
Once more ensconced in the gunnery pit on the bridge, Hannabel hums a happy little tune as she directs the Sting's guns to blast a clear path through the debris.

Ninety nine wrecks floating around, ninety nine wrecks around. Fire the guns, make some space, and there's ninety eight wrecks, floating around. Ninety eight wrecks...