[Ripley doesn't respond at first. She stares blankly ahead of her, staring at the toppled shelves and the scattered books. She knows it's not seeing the future. But, hell, they could've prepared for it. They knew the risks ahead of time. There was no need for anyone to die.

Why didn't they prepare for it?]

I...appreciate your words. [Her voice is flat and wavers ever so slightly. She takes a deep breath.] But it's not enough. Doesn't bring anyone back.

[They can stand around and feel sorry about themselves all day, or...act. But acting without thinking is just as harmful as standing around and doing nothing. And so far, she hasn't seen much on the thinking part from everyone else.]

And now we know who the goddamn Jorogumo is, so what's the goddamn point anymore? We know the bastards who killed everyone, the day is saved, everyone can fucking go home when they die.