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[[On the Grey spaceship, Sharon sits looking out a view port with her knees against her chest, arms around her knees. Fooker walks up behind her, scratching his head and looking away as though he's uncomfortable.]]
Fooker: So... I screwed up. Royally. Imperially, even.

[[The scene changes so that we can see Sharon is looking out over the Earth and the moon. Sharon continues looking out the window.]]
Fooker: I'm... sorry I shouted at you. I took out my anger at Fred on you, and that wasn't fair.
Sharon: And...?

[[Close-up on Fooker's face, looking very contrite.]]
Fooker: I accused Fred unfairly without even _trying_ to hear his side. I ruined our friendship because I made stupid secret agent assumptions.
Sharon: [off-panel] _And_...?

[[Fooker grits his teeth, and looks away.]]
Fooker: And... Mac OS X is based on Mach and BSD, so I guess it kinda, sorta, maybe doesn't quite _completely_ suck.
[[Sharon turns away from the window with a wry smile.]]
Sharon: Close enough. Apology accepted.