Ripley sits in the brig. A grid of metal bars separates her spartan accommodations from the two men peering at her. Rodan stands guard with his flamethrower. O'Neill brings more questions in front of Ripley.
"Look, Ripley, we're just trying to help you out here. Now when you signed on to that mission to LV-426, part of your contract with Burke stipulated that you had to provide consulting to the Weyland-Yutani Corporation regarding these Xenomorphs. Now we need you to do so."
"Forget it, O'Neill. I'm done working with the Company," Ripley says. Her arms are crossed in defiance. She gets up and begins to pace back and forth like a caged lioness.
"Your contract still stands, Lieutenant."
She rushes right up the bars of her cell. "Fuck the contract! Don't you realize what those things are capable of doing? You people are insane, you know that? Those creatures can't be allowed on Earth for any reason."
O'Neill sighs. "Now Ripley, LV-426 was one story. It was a bad situation, but this time we've got top-of-the-line private security on the job. We can keep these things contained easy."
"What do you know about them?" she asks.
"Just what you've described. Sharp teeth, acid for blood, kills on sight. Sounds like my ex-wife, " O'Neill says to try to lighten the mood.
Ripley is not amused. "Why are you people even here? Those things are all dead. The colony's gone and so is the Queen. I killed her myself."
"A fact for which we are very thankful. But as it turns out, that goose laid one last golden egg. It's in the dropship that brought you back from the colony," O'Neill says.
Ripley grabs O'Neill's tie through the bars and yanks him closer. "Don't you fucking think about it! You're not getting that thing off this ship! So help me God I will make sure of that!"
Rodan grabs O'Neill's shoulder and pulls him back away from Ripley's grip.