Amid the chaos, the screaming, and the sound of deck plating rending asunder, Mad Hatter twitches, scrabbling about. Break clenches his fingers, willing down deeper his unhinged familiar. Destroy everything is Mad Hatter's solution to most conundrums, and it's undeniably beguiling, but for the moment he will set that aside and have a think.

A fire-breathing, giant pig. A fire-breathing, giant, stupid pig (Break has got trousers that are smarter). But the creature's intelligence (or lack thereof) seems hardly relevant when it is tearing holes in a space station. He'd shouted at Sister Rosette for far less.

...wait.

He'd shouted at Sister Rosette for blowing up zombies. Zombies who had also proven too messy to slice up (and too infectious), so everybody had hit upon the expedient of....

"I say!" he exclaims loudly to whoever is seeking shelter beside him, behind the barricades. "Does anybody know where the space ship hangar is?"